Post by zeke on Aug 27, 2007 19:18:35 GMT 1
Almost there. This distance should be nothing for someone with my legs and stamina, and yet i'm tired as hell! why?
But Zeke knew why. First Dante, Then Traytaine, then Travis. 3 battles in two hours was too much for average people. then the hike in the mountains... to his secret training spot... where he intended to train MORE...
Jeez. my alarm clock might as well have woken me up this morning by saying: wake up zeke! today's the day you have a heart attack!
Finally, he made it to Footprint wall, a large, vertical rock where he first practiced his unique fighting style. It was aptly named, for footprints, parts of the rock that were literally broken in from constant kicking, and various other foot-made markings were strewn across the rock.
Zeke knew something was different about him now. something bad. Ever since that first fight with Dante, something long dormant had awoken inside of him. He always felt like he needed to get stronger, faster, more skilled, and soon. Yes. Time was of the essence. Though it was unlikely that Dante would ever get title of Student pillar at Hircine high, he was still dangerous. There wasn't much time before somebody got hurt.
Zeke looked at his old training ground with nostalgia. It brought back so many memories.
The line of footwear.
Every time he got a new pair of shoes, he used to step in a small mudd puddle, and kick the wall, leaving the design on the bottom of the shoe on the wall.
The Jump line.
He used to jump as high as he could and mark how high he jumped with a marker. his current record, (where his hands had reached) was 9 feet. that was over a year ago. He decided that when he was less tired he would try to see how much he had improved.
and so many more nostalgic milestones of his training... wait...
That mark over there... it didn't look like a footprint at all... and definitely didn't look mud colored... it wasn't so much brown as it was...
RED.
What he saw sent shivers down his spine.
It was blood. someone had been punching the wall so hard that his very own fist was bleeding. and that meant...
Somebody else was using this wall.
And he only knew one person who could do something that painful long enough to leave a big stain.
DANTE.
Dante had trained here.
Dante KNEW where this place was...
So that meant that Dante-
"Zeke! Fancy seeing you here! heheheheh... Hope you didn't mind me using your wall..." said a familiar, but not in any way comforting, voice.
DANTE.
Dante had been planning this for a long time. Now that footprint wall was discovered, he had nowhere to hide, nowhere to train in peace. nowhere he was safe. not on the streets, not in the school, not even in his own secret mountaintop training ground.
Zeke slowly turned around to gaze upon the man who was most likely going to be his deathbringer.
"I see you've noticed my mark." said Dante, with a grin on his face that usually would belong to the face of a psychopath. "How fitting that the place where you gained the skill to kick me out of a window is also the place i Gained the skill to finish you off once and for all. It wasn't easy, Zeke. I spent months in that hospital. not a moment went by when i didn't feel searing pain. It drove me nuts... it made me beg for death... It was then i learned that pain was the greatest obstacle man faces. the limits his own mind places on him 'for his own safety'. Those limits do not exist for me, because the pain doesn't exist anymore. I trained every day, beating every part of my body senseless, until they got used to it. nothing can hurt me now. But not you... You aren't as fortunate. the shackles of human limitation still bind you."
Dante immediately broke his speech to punch zeke in the stomach. it was still sore from the last blow.
"So if you think i'm going to kill you, you are sorely mistaken." Dante continued, as he grabbed Zeke's arm. "I am going to make you suffer what i suffered, TENFOLD!!!" Dante put his other hand on Zeke's arm, intent on breaking it.
"Oh, but i imagine you don't blame yourself, Zeke." said the now-power-happy/insane Dante. "I'm sure you blame that kid who was late. After all, if he hadn't been late, i wouldn't have hurt him, and you wouldn't have felt the need to rescue him." Dante was now placing Zeke's arm against Dante's knee, about to snap it like a twig. "yes. that's good logic. it's all his fault. no, Zeke. Remember this. Every last bit of this, was YOUR fault, and yours alone. nobody agrees with me, not my friends, not my family, and ESPECIALLY not your luchador wannabe mexican intruding PRICK!"
That was the last straw. Time to test if Dante had truly beaten himself EVERYWHERE.
"You... Son... of... a..." And with that, out went a bone-shattering kick into his precious family jewels. "BITCH!"
Apparently that was one spot he still felt pain in. Unfortunately, however great the pain was, it did not change the fact that Dante had a hold on his left arm. It snapped, like a twig. He had never broken a limb before, and it was excruciatingly painful, but he swallowed the pain...
And ran like hell.
But Zeke knew why. First Dante, Then Traytaine, then Travis. 3 battles in two hours was too much for average people. then the hike in the mountains... to his secret training spot... where he intended to train MORE...
Jeez. my alarm clock might as well have woken me up this morning by saying: wake up zeke! today's the day you have a heart attack!
Finally, he made it to Footprint wall, a large, vertical rock where he first practiced his unique fighting style. It was aptly named, for footprints, parts of the rock that were literally broken in from constant kicking, and various other foot-made markings were strewn across the rock.
Zeke knew something was different about him now. something bad. Ever since that first fight with Dante, something long dormant had awoken inside of him. He always felt like he needed to get stronger, faster, more skilled, and soon. Yes. Time was of the essence. Though it was unlikely that Dante would ever get title of Student pillar at Hircine high, he was still dangerous. There wasn't much time before somebody got hurt.
Zeke looked at his old training ground with nostalgia. It brought back so many memories.
The line of footwear.
Every time he got a new pair of shoes, he used to step in a small mudd puddle, and kick the wall, leaving the design on the bottom of the shoe on the wall.
The Jump line.
He used to jump as high as he could and mark how high he jumped with a marker. his current record, (where his hands had reached) was 9 feet. that was over a year ago. He decided that when he was less tired he would try to see how much he had improved.
and so many more nostalgic milestones of his training... wait...
That mark over there... it didn't look like a footprint at all... and definitely didn't look mud colored... it wasn't so much brown as it was...
RED.
What he saw sent shivers down his spine.
It was blood. someone had been punching the wall so hard that his very own fist was bleeding. and that meant...
Somebody else was using this wall.
And he only knew one person who could do something that painful long enough to leave a big stain.
DANTE.
Dante had trained here.
Dante KNEW where this place was...
So that meant that Dante-
"Zeke! Fancy seeing you here! heheheheh... Hope you didn't mind me using your wall..." said a familiar, but not in any way comforting, voice.
DANTE.
Dante had been planning this for a long time. Now that footprint wall was discovered, he had nowhere to hide, nowhere to train in peace. nowhere he was safe. not on the streets, not in the school, not even in his own secret mountaintop training ground.
Zeke slowly turned around to gaze upon the man who was most likely going to be his deathbringer.
"I see you've noticed my mark." said Dante, with a grin on his face that usually would belong to the face of a psychopath. "How fitting that the place where you gained the skill to kick me out of a window is also the place i Gained the skill to finish you off once and for all. It wasn't easy, Zeke. I spent months in that hospital. not a moment went by when i didn't feel searing pain. It drove me nuts... it made me beg for death... It was then i learned that pain was the greatest obstacle man faces. the limits his own mind places on him 'for his own safety'. Those limits do not exist for me, because the pain doesn't exist anymore. I trained every day, beating every part of my body senseless, until they got used to it. nothing can hurt me now. But not you... You aren't as fortunate. the shackles of human limitation still bind you."
Dante immediately broke his speech to punch zeke in the stomach. it was still sore from the last blow.
"So if you think i'm going to kill you, you are sorely mistaken." Dante continued, as he grabbed Zeke's arm. "I am going to make you suffer what i suffered, TENFOLD!!!" Dante put his other hand on Zeke's arm, intent on breaking it.
"Oh, but i imagine you don't blame yourself, Zeke." said the now-power-happy/insane Dante. "I'm sure you blame that kid who was late. After all, if he hadn't been late, i wouldn't have hurt him, and you wouldn't have felt the need to rescue him." Dante was now placing Zeke's arm against Dante's knee, about to snap it like a twig. "yes. that's good logic. it's all his fault. no, Zeke. Remember this. Every last bit of this, was YOUR fault, and yours alone. nobody agrees with me, not my friends, not my family, and ESPECIALLY not your luchador wannabe mexican intruding PRICK!"
That was the last straw. Time to test if Dante had truly beaten himself EVERYWHERE.
"You... Son... of... a..." And with that, out went a bone-shattering kick into his precious family jewels. "BITCH!"
Apparently that was one spot he still felt pain in. Unfortunately, however great the pain was, it did not change the fact that Dante had a hold on his left arm. It snapped, like a twig. He had never broken a limb before, and it was excruciatingly painful, but he swallowed the pain...
And ran like hell.