End and Beginning

End and Beginning

"Screams.... Cries of fury... Warm tears are running down my face... The smell of death is overpowering... Where am I...?" His vision comes to focus as the young man peers around a landscape, war torn and treturious. Blue sky red with dark smoke clouds, refracting orange fire light back down to the land, making it a hell on earth scene. The surroundings include many warriors, fallen, alive, barely living, injured, the slopes down turned to streams of mixed colours of blood, and weapons of all sorts laying about, from machines to guns to primal weapons. He looks around and then notices the warrior in frount of him, dressed nobly in armour, a blue sword driven through his chest plate, a black, metallic blood seeping from the wound as he kneels, laughing and crying at the same time, as if death was a joke to him, and he was staring the reaper in the face. He looks to be about twenty in his appearance, armour a crimson gold metal, some clean gold patches here and there, where he hadn't split it, his helmet beside him, removed to let him breathe..

"OH MY GOD!" The young man screams, rushing to his elder's side, looking the other warrior in the face. "God... God... What happened!?" The warrior chuckles and reaches into his armour's chest, pulling out a black book, with the label covered by blood but barely legible, wet with his dark blood, and hands it to the boy. "Take it... Give it to the Brawlers. They will know where I am.." The young man swallows his spit and accepts it, looking at it with shaking hands, then looks back up at the warrior. Then the fighter gets up and drags his own sword, an orange scimitar, and chuckles in a tired way as he approaches the enemy, one dressed in blue armour, the matching armour to the sword, the armour seeming to be based on a beast.

"You haven't finished me father! I won't die without you!" The warrior promises, seeming to know this is the last day of his life, and about to take it full on. The young man sits there in fright clutching the book as the blue swordsman turns around, and cackles, then begins to walk to the warrior. "Silly boy, you should know to stand down when you are going to die." The warrior in gold lets out a huffing, dry throaty laugh, and spits blood aside, glowering with flickering eyes at the blue warrior. "You know I don't like to loose and fall, I enjoy to be a legend..." He says with a smirk, watching the blue's eyes. "Besides, I was created with only one purpose.. And I won't fail it..." The blue warrior's hands begin to glow a black as he reaches out for the gold's head, about to put him out of his misery.

Suddenly, the young man reaches over and clutches a gun to his side, and stands up, a sudden impulse taking him over. He screams as he charges at the blue enemy, tears blurring his vision, the bullets refracting off of the blue armour, a useless attempt at a valorous effort. The blue fighter huffs and charge-punches the young man in the gut, flipping the young man over as the gold warrior suddenly strikes at the blue with his scimitar, knocking off the blue's helmet, and a look of shock takes the blue swordsman's face, as he reaches down to get another weapon. The boy lays on the ground panting heavily,catching his breath as he wishes he knew what was going on, watching the red sky with teary eyes, then a SHINK of metal colliding and piercing rings through the air. He jolts up to see the gold warrior on the ground laying on his back, another sword through his belly, his orange scimitar laying nearby him, a pool of blood around him, and the blue's face revealed, scarred and hard, through seemingly hundreds of wars.

He cringes in fear as the blue warrior chuckles and squats down, then dips his finger in the dark metallic blood pooling around the gold and pulls the hand to his mouth, licking it, sampling the blood from the gold warrior, his grin black lipped with sharp fangs. "You should have known better..." He chuckles, watching the gold swordsman die, then grips his hand to the gold's throat. "But instead of letting you die here, I will send you to oblivion to rest eternally..." The gold rests his hand on the blue's cheek with a weak laugh, a weak smile accompanying it. "I am ready to die, but I won't go alone... I was only born to make sure of that..." As the blue fighter growls he barks out a seemingly alien word,"RIBAJACK!" The gold swordsman's face twists to a grimace of tourture and he grips the other warrior's ear, howling in pain as he is eaten from his belly outward by a darkness, and then screams out two words, his last words. "RAKAHASI KAMAKAZI!"