Ch.5 Clash

Clash

Tension, it was tension that now filled the air. It was tension that seemed to grind away the noise to a dangerously deafening degree. It was tension that seemed to freeze time itself around the two powerful combatants. It is tension that remains, as sharp words cut the silence.

Shim: Well then, shall we give it the old colle.....(SMASH)_ His Words were cut off by the Impact of Jegan's knee crashing into Shim's mouth. 

A shockwave emits from behind shim destroying an entire quarter of the Arena ,vacuums of kinetic energy burrowing into the town ripping through it.  As if a fire was set, the viewers set off into a panic as they rush out of the arena, screams and horror ejected into the sky.  seeking safety from the coming onslaught. 

Shim's body stands perfectly still as if completely unphased, yet a stream of blood begins pooling from his nose. A wickedly excited smile plastered on his face.

_Jegan lands down in front of shim, confidently puffing his chest out, his eyes. Intently stuck on his opponent, Unsettled by the wicked smile on Shim's face as he erupts into an excited banter_

Shim: Hehehehe Yes, no words just fists. _
Hefalls forward slightly, Swaying his body upward as his fist soon follows, Jegan's body drifts back, gracefully avoiding the uppercut and showing off his agility, he makes a point of only barely dodging the punch, his bad habit coming into play.the excited smile on shims face grows wider. he immediately changes his priority to taking advantage of Jegan's cocky attitude as he shifts his fist backwards the moment it is dodged, his elbow extending outward and landing directly in Jegan's chest, launching him skyward.

Jegan: Tch, I had a fun time here ya fake,  you've gone and fucked up my city.

_Shim smiles deceptively, his cold eyes scanning over the now hovering jegan_

Shim: ahhh no worries after I teach you some manners you'll have no need of this place. A thin seemingly liquid onyx substance spreads over Shim's hands and feet. He claps his hands as he immediately disappears from sight, resurfacing behind jegan as his fist propels toward the back of his head_

Jegan: Tch. _Jegan tilts his head to the side as the fist flies past him, his hands quickly grabbing Shim's arm and tossing him over his shoulder. A loud sizzling sound would be heard as the black substance burns into Jegan's skin, his knee rises up slamming into shim's back before leaping away once again_ "you are truly weak, no way could you ever be Shim, the guy atleast knew how to throw a punch......but"_the tension grows deeper as jegan narrows his eyes at shim_"you seem to posess that which only we were given."_he lifts his hand up flaunting the corruption on his skin from shim's dark matter_"so, who did you steal it from?"

Shim: this is growing tiring, i will no longer Justify anything to you, as i said...no words, only fists_Shim dives down towards jegan their fists clashing violently and repeatedly, the ensuing shockwaves shredding through the surrounding city and arena, screams of terror are heard as citizens bodies are ripped apart, buildings crumble, the arena collapses, but none of it is heard by the combatants they are completely absorbed in their battle existing now in a realm only the strongest can reach, ecstatic smiles plaster their faces even as they take blow after blow 

_One of Jegans punches leaks through, slamming shim to the ground as he mounts him, his fists bashing into his face, words leaking out in between the onslaught_

Jegan: YOU HAVE...NO....IDEA....WHO....SHIM IS....HOW DARE YOU....INSULT....HIS MEMORYYY

_A hand launches upward gripping jegan's face as shim forces him upward. rising to his feet with jegan helplessly dangling in the air, the corrosive dark matter burning his face, a look of rage fills shim's face. despite his anger a feeling of sorrow seems to emanate from him as he slams jegan downward, his head crashing into the gorund repeatedly before stepping back, his hands dropping to his side as his eyes go white, a malevolent energy begins pooling around shim as he looks down at jegan_

_Jegan lays on the ground crippled in pain as he looks up at Shim, treambling in a state of shock at what he sees. 
Jegan: I...i know this aura....it is MALICE.
_A crown of light hovers over Shims head an imposing and commanding light emanating from it. his snow white eyes drift up as he directs all his killing intent at jegan, the pressure making it hard for jegan to breathe. upon seeing the crown jegan releases a few tears choking out his words. an infinite amount of sorrow seeming to emanate from his voice._"So he really is dead, you're the new king aren't you"_he sniffles and sobs as he rises to his feet, determination steeling him_"no one shall replace him, i will make sure of it"


_Shim sighs, pity and sorrow filling his chest. he pitifully observes the existence of the creature below him, rationalizing his reality. The entire vicinity losing it's will in his presence. everyones destiny becomes dictated by his command.
Shim: Mines is the command of a king, all things shall fall for me as that is my command.........Jegan, SHALL WE END THIS?

Jegan gasps as he looks upon shim, a visage of dominance and malevolent hate fill his eyes.

 What is a bond? would a bond be a friendship, held close and lasting forever? or would it be a love that's shared for all of eternity? could a link with another being in any way be considered a bond? NO, a bond comes from the SOUL, it is your IDENTITY, and the only way it can be expressed is through DOMINANCE and LOYALTY

ch.4 Family Ties

Family Ties

_Shim smirks satisfactorily, his goal being met with jegan's reaction...he paces through the IMPOSING AURA unaffected as he breaks the silence with speech._If you're gonna stop me with that MALICIOUS INTENT  you're gonna have to try atleast a little. _his smirk dissapears as he looks down on jegan, his face turning livid with fury as he bellows down at the champion." YOU DARE DISRESPECT ME?" 

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_In the small gap it took Shim to blink jegan had paced behind shim to the other side of the ring, leaving shim lone and with a malicious smile on his face_"Yes, Ascension is very much upon us."_He whispers_

_Jegan simply sits down Unbothered by the events, as he places his attention on the center of the ring. Back in the center Byne and Julian size each other up as julian confidently bounces up and down lightly_"i'm stronger than you Sis you'll basically lose now"_he cheerily conversates as the ref draws his hand to the sky before crashing it back down._" FIIIIIGHT"

_At the sound of the yell julian sprints off after Byne, his body bounding forward with youthful energy._"Here i come"_His proclamation is met with a cold stare from byne who was in no mood for games. Julians fist propels forward, hoping to catch her in the gut as byne simply slithers around his arm her leg lashing out and slamming into his shin._

Julian: Tch _he stumbles backward more out of surprise than pain_"Oi Oi, you really are a snake sis"_His smile radiates more evidently as his childish excitement grows. He smashes his fist into the ground, launching a cloud of dust 20 feet into the sky. The sound of pattering feet surrounding byne as he circles around her_"Now time to end thi..."_he freezes in fear as a hand erupts from the dust clenching him by the neck, it was not the strength of the hand that scared him but the immense killing intent leaking out_

Byne: JULIAAAAAN, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. YOU GOT DUST ALL OVER MY OUTFIT DUMBASS. _Her eyes penetrate deep into his soul as he chuckles nervously_"ehehe sorry sis, i got a bit too spirited you know?"

Byne: i'm done playing these games, forfeit the fight you minicopy._Julian frowns_"well i don't wanna give up, i actually think i have a chance at....beating....big...bro"_he pauses as she releases her grip, his head hanging low as he walks off to the wall of the arena.

_Jegan smacks his hand against his face, a twinge of annoyance building up at the sight of his younger siblings. "Idiots"

_the referee has the same annoyed look on his face_"i...is that it? Ahem, well and thus ends the second round of the ghoza games....i guess" _Byne walks away from the middle of the ring a look of annoyance building up at the crowds boos. Jegan rises up as he yells to the crowd_"OI OI, that's my little sister you're booing, so unless you want me to express my art again"_he points at the tower of  dismembered heads_"then it would be in your best interests to start fucking cheering."_The crowd pauses for a brief moment before erupting in faux cheer_

_the referee sighs again as he shakes his head, preparing to announce the next fight_"well for our next match we will have SCI ......VERSUS......w....wait that can't be, ehehe errrr it seems the fighter registered under a false name"_the referee nervously scratches his head_"OUR NEXT FIGHT IS SCI VS SHIM DARKWING"

_The crowd is dead silent, not a single cheer or boo escaping as Shim paces to the center of the arena, he looks into the eyes of the already present Sci, neither fighter makes a sound as a hidden smile would form under Sci's mask as he simply paces away. An exasperated tone echoes from him._

Sci: I give uuuup. _he walks off to the wall of the arena, taking his seat. the crowd still silent from the name of his opponent_

Jegan: HEY, what the fuck Sci. what do you mean you give up? you realize theres no way that's the boss right? He's too fucking young and weak to be him, what you scared you were gonna get fucked over by me?

Sci: tch, as if you could ever threaten me in the slightest, why don't you fight him and if you win i'll fight you instead ok.

_the ref gasps in shock at the two_"uhm well that just won't do, we have the fights worked out alre.._
Jegan: Can it, i'm sick of waiting and there are women here who want to fuck me and see me win, not in that order....besides. _a malicious grin spreads across his face as he flashes to shims face, the two of them eyeing each other intensely_"This fake fuck has been shooting his malicious intent at me since we got down here"

_A wide smile graces shims face as he sighs_"think i'm a fake, why don't we find out then....i'm getting sick of waiting anyway."

_From the stands, a loud voice is heard echoing through the Arena_"How dare he mimick my Shim? Kick his ass little bro"_The voice rang from Byne standing in the crowd, her hands placed firmly on her hips while her left foot rested on one of the spectators head. the tight fitting dress further accentuating her teasing legs_

Julian: Yea kick his ass big bro.

_The two fighters ignore the outside comments as they continue to stare each other down._

Shim: Well, shall we?

What is a leader? Is it someone who barks out orders from a high perch of power? Is it someone who protects and nurtures all those that follow them? Or is it someone who guides others to an unforeseen destination and goal? Sadly enough the world has never known a true leader. A true leader is one who conquers, guides, nurtures, protects, and commands all things. A leader may never know fear, self doubt, or worry. A leader must be prepared to sacrifice the lives of the world to achieve their goal.....But what is a bond?

CH.3 Loyalty

Authors note: i will re-edit and fix grammar mistakes later. but for now i just wanted to put the chapter out to stay on schedule

Loyalty

_A tense vibe fills the arena after jegans display of power, an old and sickly-looking man stands in the middle of the arena. His trembling arms raise into the air, ruffling his black and white striped ref shirt, the mans body looked so frail that the wind itself would blow him away._

Ref: w..well, That was d..definitely the most interesting opening we've ever had for the games. whelp, Because of due events part 1 will be overriden and we will go straight to the second half. _his shaky voice echoes throughout the Arena_ "The First fight of the second Half will now commence, fighters please make your way to the center of the stage"

_An aura of hostility emanates from the final 6 competitors, Jegan sighs exhuberantly as he paces to a wall of the Arena, calmly taking a seat and closing his eyes. Shim's eyes track the man like a wolf on a hunt, he smiles thinking to himself *DAMN...that bastard has no openings* _He grins to himself lazily._

Ref: Azrael Kiwarnd TO THE STAGE!! _his meek voice would be replaced with a thunderously commanding shout, being well met as a young teen steps forward. The boy looked to be about 15, he paces to the center, Black tee and blue jeams Embrace him in an unthreatening manner.

Azrael: Hmmph, guess i have some time to spare _He snickers to himself, his left hand twiddling a chain on his left pocket while his right hand rubs his head.

_The ref nods approvingly at the boy as he clears his throat_" MYSTERY" _A figure could be seen rising up from the ground, a cloaked fighter looms into the arena, silently facing down Azrael, the tension that they emit silences the crowd of sharks,  the old man steps back giving the fighters their room as he speaks_"FIGHT"

DOMINANCE
IDENTITY
SOUL
LOYALTY 

_In the frozen instant the word fight was spoken a bolt of lightning strikes the ground, and in the time it took that bolt to embrace the earth...A Thousand attacks and reactions exchanged between the two_

_The two pause as Azrael begins laughing_"AhahAHAHA, looks like this is your lvl, now let's see that face you're hiding"_time seems to resume as the scattered tatters of the fighters  cloak fall to the ground. A young man no older than 15 adorned with a white lab coat and a face mask covring his mouth is revealed, his jet black hair. a silent rage more akin to an annoyance emanates from him as his cold piercing silver eyes bare into Azrials core._

???: hmmph

_in unison jegan and shim cry out as they see the boy, neither hearing the other in their surprised state of shock_"SCI !"

_Sci walks calmly towards Azrial, his presence making him seem to grow huge as he looms over his opponent a cold and unfeeling voice pours out_

Sci: i'm mad, so can you please die now?

Azrial:EEEYAAGHHHH, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

_Azrial's body immediately begins to disintegrate, his form vanishing as the sentence finishes. Sci takes a breath as he paces back to the wall of the colliseum, the entire crowd in awe at what they'd just seen as the ref shakily gives a verdict_"W.well in just 10 seconds the fight is over...Mystery....."

Sci: My name is Sci, i permit you to call me such mortal.

_The ref blinks uncertainly before continuing_"well then, S..SCI IS THE WINNER OF ROUND 1 IN THE GHOZA GAMES"_the crowd erupts into cheers and applause as the ref frantically tries to calm them. Sci glances over at Jegan and smiles underneath his mask as chills go over jegans face. his cocky, smug look now replaced with worry clashing with excitement_

Ref: THE NEXT FIGHTERS SHALL BE....Byne Angelico._A slim-shaped woman steps forward as her name is called, her hips rock back and forth as she walks with every mans attention on her. she pauses for a second looking to the ref before cocking her head to the side a bit. The ref glances at her, eyeing her strangely designed dress as his heart swoons a bit_

Byne: well, well let's get this show started._she speaks in a very low and seductive voice, sex appeal simply oozing off of her as she stands in the center of the arena._

REF: AAAAND Julian Angelico._A young boy dashes off to the center of the Arena, stopping in front of Byne_"yo sis, who'd of thought me and u would go wild in the first round huh. guess we'll see which one of us will get to fight big bro"_he turns to jegan, giving him a thumbs up that's met with nothing but cold eyes_

Julian: haha cold as ever i see. 

_the two stare each other up and down as Shim chuckles to himself quietly_"hmmm, the fight take any longer and i may have to kill them both to appease my boredom"_in an instant an ocean of killing intent directs to him, Shims eyes glaze over the champion jegan as he intently looks at him.

Jegan: Oi Oi, You Tryna Fight Bitch?

What is loyalty? is it a sense of duty to one you entrust yourself to? is it carrying out orders without question? or is it being willing to kill at a moments notice regardless of personal belief? NONE, LOYALTY IS SACRIFICE, IT IS TO GIVE UP EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING TO ACCOMPISH THE GOALS OF ANOTHER, LOYALTY IS FOOLISHLY ACTING UPON THE WHIMS OF ANOTHER REGARDLESS OF THE POISONOUS LIPS THAT COMMAND IT. but what is a leader?

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CH.2 New Beginnings

Authors Note: just to clear up any misconceptions i will give a small key in the beginning of each chapter to explain the symbols i use

KEY: 

_    _: the underlines will describe actions and small narrations

jegan: the names with colons are to show speech

"":these will describe speech as well but only when coming directly after a action mark

* *: these are a characters thoughts

New Beginnings


_Shim strides out the tavern door, his cloak seeming to drift off his body, carried away by the winds on its own adventure. His calm yet intense face seeming to flow with his long black locks. As if driven by a single goal his legs carry him to his destination: the Arena._


Ghoza (2 days earlier, at front of the arena)
_An old and portly man stands in front of the arena. His tailored suit seeming heavily out of place in this town of thieves and criminals. A confident, somewhat aloof smile plastered on his round face as he speaks to the crowd that has gathered._ 

Mayor Reias: People, people, it is my pleasure to announce that in the coming days, the Ghoza Games will be officially opened. All fighters are welcome to enter and any betting will be sanctioned and funneled through my office. The reward this year will be 5,000 gold coins and a chance to fight the current champion. (Despite his simple look, Reias was crooked as sin and would kick a baby if it meant he'd make a dollar.) 

_The crowd roars and cheers at the announcement, many different figures moving out of the crowd to enter the arena hall. The promise of money and fame more than enough to stir their beautiful greed._


(Ghoza arena, the morning of the games)
_Nothing but confidence fills Shim's face as he strolls up the steps of the arena, vividly analyzing all the participants. The happy look drops as he gazes up at the banner of the arena, a poster of the champion plastered on the front. A low growl escapes Shim's lips at the sight._

Shim: Jegan.

_His attention shifts as the sounds of trumpets fill the air, like a pack of wolves. The participants rush through the gates, weapons drawn, as the piercing eyes of the crowd drill into them. Mayor Reias steps up to an elevated platform as he prepares an announcement._

Mayor Reias: Attention participants of the Ghoza Games! There will be two stages this year. The first will be an all-out battle until six people are left. And the second stage will be a series of one-on-ones in elimination style. When I shoot my gun, stage one will officially begin.

_At the sound of the announcement, Shim takes a seat at the back of the arena, his back pressed against a wall as he closes his eyes. The sound of a gun firing barely audible to his tranquil mind. In the instant the gun was shot, Jegan stood in front of a single participant, his decapitated head held in his hands._"Everyone get ready,"_he smiles as he raises the man's head a meter from the ground, his cocky grin ever-present as he releases the head disappearing from sight. Like clockwork nearly every participant drops to the floor, the lack of a head matching them all. Out of sixty people a mere five remain unfazed nor bothered by the events._

_The crowd remains silent, a sinister tension filling the air. Breaking the silence, the thunderously loud claps of the champion would be heard as he heartily makes his way towards the rest of the participants._

Jegan: Well, well, well. I must say that was quite beautiful. Out of everyone here, only you five were lucky enough to not be attacked. You must have the luck of the devil.
_Reias cuts into the speech_ 
 
Reias: Erm... I uh, must ask where are the um, heads of these poor fellows?

_Jegan laughs yet again, his wicked smile pointing off to the horizon. In the distance, the heads could barely be seen, neatly stacked to form a tower._
 

_Like a switch had been flipped, the crowd goes into a frenzy with cheering and roaring._

Let the games begin.

What is a soul? Is it our identity, our personality, is it what makes us ourselves, does it define that we are alive? If a man loses his soul, where does it go? Does that soul formulate its own identity, or is it still the man? But then who is the man? What is loyalty?

CH.1 REVELATIONS

Revelation

Chaotic Lands, Ghoza:
Ghoza is the city of new beginnings. No one there has a past or future. It is known as both a safe haven to the hated and hell to the loved. A maze of a city filled with endless back-alleys and ominous buildings. 
Thugs, shady merchants, and street urchins plague the city.  The endless night is filled with chatters and roars as news of games and death spread from the tongues of it's citizens.

A single bar lies open on Crow Street, the Broken Spleen. A collection of thugs looking for money and fighters looking for fame filling the bar. A group of shady looking men sit at a table in the back-corner of the ill-lit building. A single man stands out from them, his tanned skin and bald head bringing attention towards him and his loud outcries.

Tanned Man: The Ghoza games are gonna be a piece of cake this year, none of the wimps I saw signing up can take me on. 
_A confident grin plastered on his face, his rotted teeth showing beneath his smile. The two other men with him clap and cheer like drones. as they laugh and boast to the tavern patrons. As if his presence commanded the attention of all, a shadowy figure walks into the vibrant and bustling building, no visible features being seen under the tan cloak adorning his body_

_An ominous aura leaks from the shadowy man as he walks towards a table in the back. The patrons, all growing quiet, seemingly drawn to the overwhelming sinister serenity this man radiated. Their eyes follow his every step as he marches to his destination. A single sound cuts through the silence as the tanned man stands in his pathway_

Tanned Man: Hey, hey.... I don't like all that mysterious shit you're pulling. This is my turf and it's 50 coins to pass through he--

_He stands there stupefied, his words cut off as the cloaked man disappeared from sight. He scans the room frantically, half mad and half astonished as he notices the cloaked figure sitting in the same table he had claimed_

Tanned Man: HAHAHAHA, th...that was a cute little trick

 _the  Grimy man clamors over to the table, placing one leg on a chair near the figure and leaning down close to him. His arm slowly raises so the entire tavern can see the crest of a wolf. Like a switch had been flipped, the tavern was empty. The mere sight of the mark inciting immense fear in the onlookers. The man's disgusting smile plasters his face again_

Tanned Man: For that little stunt, it's now 500 coins. You better pay up. It's not good to anger me, they call me Shim Darkwing. I plunged this world into chaos in the past, just imagine what the fuck I could do to you! Didn't you see how quick everyone left? This mark is death for all those who see it!

_He cackles again, a shrill sound of laughter filling the room_

_His henchman cackle and grin menacingly, their pretentious looks oozing false-confidence_

henchmen: Yeah! we are the darkwings known as jugan and sai. the blades of death_the figure laughs silently, muttering something under his breath"heh, Jugan and sai...that's funny"

Shim?: I am known as the wolf that dashes through all in my path. Hehehe, I bet you're truly feeling your mistake now huh?

_His confident grin turns to anger at the sound of the figure. A simple chuckle is all that is heard from the cloaked man, veins of anger sprouting on the shiny head of the bandit. The man sets his foot to the ground again, his friends standing behind him, tense with anticipation as they draw their weapons_

_The tanned man begins to draw his blade, a brief flash of light is all that is seen before a hand is through his chest. The hood of the cloaked man fell. The henchmen were both lying on the ground, their heart's neatly piled on the ground. The tanned man looks into his killer's eyes, blazing fury being sent to his core. He glances down as he notices a lion with a flaming mane emblazoned on the man's arm_

Shadowy Figure: First mistake, the symbol of the Darkwings isn't a wolf. it's a lion with a mane of fire crushing all that lies before it. Second, Shim wasn't some bald headed, fat ass, with fucked up teeth. He was a majestic symbol of beauty that struck awe in those that gazed upon him. 2nd mistake, JEGAN AND SCI were not known as th e blades of death, they are the blades that DEFY death, but your biggest mistake...was thinking you could use my name...and be that...FUCKING...weak.

_Before the mistake could be realized, his heart is crushed. His lifeless body slumped to the ground, as Shim steps on his body shooting an amused look to the bartender. A sadistic smile filling his face as the light finally illuminates him_

[2/10/16, 9:43 PM] Wade “Zaddy” Strine:Shim: Heheha, NOW ISN'T THAT HEARTLESS? Make sure to spread the word, the TRUE darkwings are back

_He saunters to the door, streaming back into the endless night of the city_

What is a name? Is it a way to identify the masses of life known as people? Is it a self satisfying title that all possess? NO! It is the pride and tether that a soul possesses! It is the identity given and the treasure that every man possess and cherishes. It is the one everlasting truth of the world that has not been corrupted by sin, but what is a soul?

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DarkWingz:Awakening1

PRELUDE

What is "dominance"? Is it to overpower and control your enemies, or is it to command the everlasting respect of your allies? NO... Dominance is the complete and utter manipulation of all. It is to grant success and failure at a whim. "Dominance" is to hold knowledge that the fate, life, and history of all lies completely within your hands. 

[2/3/16, 10:05 AM] Wade “Zaddy” Strine:Only one group has ever truly grasped dominance. A group of vile and elite warriors representing death to all who opposed them and power to those who bowed to them. Crafting all aspects of history and recreating humanity as they saw fit. Elevated to stand over humanity, they were called DARKWINGZ. Above even them was their leader, Shim. 

Fifty years before the start of the series, the Darkwingz have plunged the earth into war between two opposing forces: the Utopians and the Hellions. Fierce battles resulted in control of the Earth being split between the two, with either side not daring to venture to the others territory. At the summit of the war something in Shim's plan went awry resulting in his death, and the path of humanity was thrown off course. Shim and the Darkwings divided across the lands.

But is death really as it seems?