[IamEpicFailure]

Yeah, I'm bored.
I'm sitting in front of this laptop, pressing refresh on the Minegarde shoutbox. What the hell? BAAWRRRRING.
So! I decided to write something.
I ain't very good, but whatever, this boredom is gonna kill me if I don't do something to quell it.
Anyway, let's start!
P.S : There won't be titles.
P.P.S : I suck with names.

"Gotta have guts, dood!" -Hero Prinny.

Edit : Le below story is not related to the next one.

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In a tiny corner of Theresby Street, there lies a path which led to a house that no one knew much about. Ask anyone along the streets, and they will tell you that the house has been unoccupied since they were born. No one ever entered nor left the house, and it was in a very bad shape. Rumors of spirits residing in the house deterred would-be buyers, and since the land around the house was literally worthless and overgrown with so much weed that you would have problems attempting to go past the gate, even the government left it alone.

This, of course, was merely an illusion. The house, indeed, was old and pathetic, but the underground lab concealed beneath it was the polar opposite. It was here that professor Visor decided to make his home. With the stories surrounding the house, no one dared to even go close to the gate, save for a few headstrong youngsters. Still, a few traps set them straight. The atmosphere in the lab was a peaceful one, and here the professor could carry on his works without fear of interruption.

Whenever he needed to eat, he would simply use one of his inventions which produced food, likewise with drinks. In this way, he could divert most of his time to his favorite subject of interest : the studies of Gods. He researched this alone, for his former assistants and friends had called him a madman the moment he proclaimed that he was going to delve deeper into studying about Gods. They had thought he was talking about what others would worship and pray to, but no, his definition of Gods were those of real life, immortal ones.

The ones who live amongst us, camouflaged thanks to their shape-shifting abilities, and downright impossible to find or detect unless one had the correct equipment. They merely observe humans, and have powers over certain elements depending on the God. To hunt one down, and find out their closely guarded secrets to immortality, those were Visor's goals. Only a handful knew they existed, but Visor had very nearly hunted one down, only to find that it had escaped by shape-shifting into a flea. Still, this only served to confirm that the Gods did exist, and adds fuel to the fire that drives Visor.

He was getting old though, and not much time was left. He would attempt one last shot at this, and then truly give up altogether.

Visor snapped out of his daydream as he heard a footstep behind him.

"Come at last, eh? About time too. You assassins never stick to being punctual much, do you?" He took a cigar from the table beside him and lit it up, while lying on the couch.

"Just give me your instructions. And make sure to have the money ready." The gruff voice of the assassin echoed throughout the lab.

"I will, I will. You have my word. Now, just to check. I'm sure you have already quite a few achievements under your belt, no?" Visor questioned.

"Exactly three hundred and seventy-one dead, and another fifty dying. Probably took out a couple thousand who got in my way too. That enough for you?" The assassin sounded proud, and he had a right to be too.

"Good, very good," Visor chuckled, "I guess they took it seriously when I asked for the best of the best. Now then, on to the mission. Your target this time is a...very special one. I'm going to let you in on a little secret of mine. Would you believe it if I told you that there are God-like beings living amongst us?"

Visor stood up and turned to look at the assassin he had hired for the first time. There was a blur of white and silver, and a blade was pressed against his throat before he knew it.

"Quit wasting my time, old man. If you are sending me to hunt down some imaginary being, I'm gonna send you to a land called Hell right now." The blade pressed even harder against his throat.

"So that's why they called you White Haze. Interesting. But please, stop your nonsense and listen up," Visor calmly pushed the assassin's blade away. "You can kill me after this if you still believe your target is an imaginary being."

"Gods are immortal beings that blend into this world you and I exist in, watching over us for reasons unknown. Now, I have spent countless years doing research on their habits, behavior and the like, but they are unpredictable, much like human beings. However, unlike us, they have special abilities, and can shape-shift."

The assassin in white laughed. Visor merely smiled and continued.

"I have managed to track one down through torturing their existing human allies. Your target will be moving into apartment 502 of Theresby Hotel at precisely eight the next morning. Would you believe it? A God coming to this very town? Such luck!" Visor's eye blazed with his passion, and one might tell you he was insane from the way he was gesticulating unless one knew better.

"So, let me get this straight, I'm to hunt down a...God, with the power to shape-shift and is immortal. That's the idea?" White Haze said, his robe a shocking white in the darkness of the lab.

"That's about it. However, I do not wish for you to kill the God, since he is immortal that is quite impossible. No, rather, you will wound him, and quite mortally too, for while they're immortal they're not immune to pain. If my theory is correct, then this potion which I personally concocted will be able to stop his instant regeneration," Visor took out a flask containing a blueish liquid. "All you have to do is coat your weapons in this, and hit him once. He'll be as weak as a baby, and from there simply capture him and bring him here."

"Alright, but if all this is some wild goose chase, your throat won't be the only thing you need to worry about." White Haze grabbed the potion from Visor, and headed out into the darkness of the night.

"Good luck, White. You'll need it." Visor muttered, before closing the door.

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The morning sun shone down on Theresby Street, and White prepared his weapons up on the roof of a building near the hotel. They gleamed in the sunlight, a mistake for most assassins, but not for him. He dressed in white, and his weapons were purposely shining for a reason. Up till now, even with this much tell-tale signs, none of his targets had escaped from his clutches.

This one won't be different. White decided as he dipped his blade into the liquid given by Visor, followed by his daggers, and lastly his bullets. Foolish as it might be, White thrived on the thrill of getting caught, and thus utilizes everything needed to give every target a chance to escape, even to the point of using a sniper rifle.

A single black car moved along the road, and White checked the time on his watch.

"7:59. Well, you're an early bird," he muttered nonchalantly while reloading his rifle. "Still, it's your loss for shaving one minute off your life."

White took aim with the sniper, and positioned it so that the bullet would hit the target immediately as the door of the car opened. An unexpected chilly wind threw him off balance however, and he had to spend precious seconds repositioning. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the target, a man dressed in white, not unlike him, stepping out from the car door.

"God dammit, the hell is with this wind?!" White struggled to aim his rifle at the target, but it was a futile attempt. The wind was picking up pace, and in a very random pattern too. It didn't feel natural either, for whilst the sun was shining down on him, he did not feel any warmth. Rather, the wind was freezing him up. And then he remembered. Special abilities... Visor had said. Could this be one of them?

He slung the rifle back onto his back and observed his target move into the hotel. Sniping was definitely out with this freak wind. He would have to take the more troublesome approach then. He jumped off the roof and slid down the pipe, using his daggers as support to balance himself as he slid. When he reached the bottom, he approached the hotel.

The inside of the hotel was calm, with soothing music playing in the background. Since it was still early in the morning, there was no one but the clerk at the lobby. White walked up to the clerk and said that he was visiting an old friend in room 502.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible sir. The guest at room 502 clearly stated he wanted nothing to do with any visitors." The clerk looked at White with an eyebrow raised. Was it a coincidence that both men were wearing white?

"Well, I tried to be nice." White shrugged and jumped over the desk. He snapped the clerk's neck in one swift movement and checked the information written on by the clerk on his target.

"Room 502...18th floor. Alright, lets get this done." White moved towards the lift.

The lift stopped at the eighteenth floor and White stepped out. White turned left and stopped at the fifth room. A chilly wind was blowing out from underneath the tiny crack of the door. Gripping his dagger in one hand, White prepared to kick open the door.

He never got to do that however, as the door suddenly opened of its own accord. White stepped in, and looked around. There was no sign of any language. In fact, there was no sign that a guest was even residing here. There was a sudden chill in the air, and White instinctively ducked. Three razor sharp icicles flew past the spot his head was originally at and embedded themselves into the floor.

"Damn, this ain't good." White muttered as more icicles began to form themselves around him. They were just suspended in mid-air though, as though waiting for someone to give them orders.

A snow leopard jumped out from under the sofa, and lazily stretched itself on the floor at the far end of the room.

And we have yet another foolish mortal who thinks he can take on a divine being. A voice spoke in White's head, and he gasped at the leopard. We never did anything to you, did we? And yet you mortals persist in hunting us down. Maybe it's time we strike back. Perhaps I should tell my- The voice continued, and White snapped out of his shock. He still had a mission to accomplish.

He had to think of something fast, before the leopard could finish its speech and impale him with the icicles. A distraction, that was all he needed. One tiny distraction, and the leopard would be his.

"CARROTS!" He shouted, interrupting the leopard mid-speech, and rolled towards the leopard. The icicles flew towards him, but they were way too slow for White. They landed where he was a second ago, and White maintained his speed until he reached the leopard, dodging the remaining icicles. Bringing the dagger down, he realized to his amazement that the leopard had moved quickly past him, and was now at the other end of the room. He had been triumphed at his own game : speed.

Well, I'll love to stay and play, but my position has been jeopardized. Ta-ta! The voice spoke again, and a blue mist enveloped the leopard for a fraction of a second. In place of the leopard was now a snow owl. Thinking fast, White threw his dagger towards it, but the owl dodged it smoothly and flew out the window.

"Dammit, you ain't getting away again." White cursed, and unsheathed his sniper rifle. In the relative safety of the room, there was no wind to interrupt him. White adjusted his aim, knowing full well his target was getting further with each passing second. Would the wind outside go left next? Perhaps right?

"Screw it." Throwing his caution literally to the wind, White aimed a tad to the left and pulled the trigger.

The loud sound awakened the entire street, and White looked on as the owl, by some miracle, was hit in the left wing.

"Gotcha now." White smiled, and, looking out of the window, noticed a building opposite. 18th floor, huh. Well, there's always a first for everything, he thought. He took a few steps backwards, then launched himself forward, with his daggers out.

Well, kinda sucky but w.e.
There's part 2 btw. lolz.
...not that anyone is looking forward to it.
I know I ain't, after all I write this when I r bored.
hahaha....self-demotivate ftw XD

This post has been edited by IamEpicFailure: 05 February 2012 - 04:13 AM

[Joker]

I enjoyed it.

If this is the kind of stuff you can produce when you're bored, I'd like to see what you can produce when you're fully dedicated to it!

[iHena]

IamEpicFailure, on 02 February 2011 - 11:40 PM, said:

"CARROTS!" He shouted, interrupting the leopard mid-speech, and rolled towards the leopard.

I see what you did there.
Interesting,but then again a cold blooded assassin wont just yell CARROTS,right?

I expected a more cold blooded response.Ah well.

[IamEpicFailure]

iHena, on 03 February 2011 - 12:52 AM, said:

I see what you did there.
Interesting,but then again a cold blooded assassin wont just yell CARROTS,right?

I expected a more cold blooded response.Ah well.

I was bored.

[IamEpicFailure]

Bumpz.
Can't continue the first story, use your imagination to imagine how it ends! (Actually I kinda just gave up. You can probably tell from the 4 months I stopped bumping this thread...not that it was going anywhere anyway.)

Hope to make this a full blown story...
Also, fair warning : lol my stories suck. I'm sorry that the last time I used my brain was 8 months ago, and that my brain has now expired.
Double warning : NO I CAN'T BE HALF ASSED TO THINK OF A MAIN CHARACTER NAME, THE MAIN CHARACTER SHALL BE KNOWN (For now) AS MC. MC being Main Character.
Triple warning : This is a monster hunter story. It's about Monster Hunter. Why didn't anyone write something liek this yet? lol.
Quadruple warning : Dunno when this is gonna get updated, derp. Nah kidding, I'll update it when I have time.

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-Chapter 1 : Le Box-

"Oh god, FINALLY."

MC stared at the screen and nearly cried tears of joy as he pushed the "O" button to collect the Jinouga Jewel in his reward table.

"Bloody drop rates. And they told me it was easy. I mean, seriously?" The sweet taste of victory was quickly giving way to his rage at his classmates for what they told him. ""Ooh, Jinouga? You mean that easy wolf thing? Aw come on, I can hunt him blindfolded with both hands behind my back, whilst simultaneously jumping up and down, and STILL sub 5 him." YEAH. RIGHT."

How long had he been hunting? He checked the clock. 4 AM. Time to get some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow he would obtain even more Jewels to upgrade his entire Jinouga armor and weapon set. As soon as his head hit the pillow, drowsiness overcame him. Who wouldn't, after playing for three days straight without sleeping?

As he jumped off the floor and onto his soft bed, he noticed his PSP displaying a flickering white screen.

Strange, I was sure I turned it off...meh, I'll check tomorrow. MC turned his back to the PSP, and happily embraced what his body had been desperately searching for the last two days : sleep.

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The first rays of sunlight hit MC, and he immediately opened his eyes and jumped out of bed into the toilet. Being a hardcore video game player for several years, his body and brain were automatically adjusted towards being fast and precise. Well, "Fast" being "jumping into the toilet in 1 big stride straight after your eyes open", and "precise" being "not smashing face into wall at the side of toilet."

Sure enough, MC managed to avoid the obstacle known to him as "The Wall of Blood", which got its name from the many times he missed the door and broke his nose on it, staining it a bloody red, and was out of the toilet within minutes.

"MC, get down here and help me make breakfast! I know you're up, I HEARD YOU!" Ayumi, MC's "delightful" little sister, called out from downstairs. MC groaned. No matter how quietly he tries to wake up, Ayumi always heard him. It might be a sibling bond thing, or a women's intuition, but either way she would never fail every morning to make MC help her make breakfast.

"Gimme a minute. Finishing up some Monster Hunter stuff up here." MC replied and picked up his PSP. The screen was now fully black as he expected. He gently nudged the power switch, and observed as the PSP intro appeared on the screen. Then it went all white again.

What the heck is wrong with this thing? MC raised an eyebrow and stared at the screen for a while. Well nothing's obviously gonna happen, so why am I even waiting here for? He placed the PSP back onto it's original spot on the table and headed for the door.

"Open?"

MC froze. That voice obviously wasn't his parents', nor Ayumi's. His mind began going into overdrive.

Was there someone in the house? A kidnapper? What kind of kidnapper would waltz into someone's house to kidnap said someone in the early hours of morning? Does the person have a weapon? Is it fatal? Would I die if I attempted to move?

"Open?" The voice spoke again.

MC gulped, and realized that he had forgotten to breathe. He slowly opened his mouth. Inhale. Exhale. His body had nearly automatically shut down from all that thinking. Going down in front of somebody he didn't know would be an utter embarrassment. Especially if it really was a kidnapper. What would the media say? TEEN FAINTS IN FRONT OF KIDNAPPER, KIDNAPPER LAUGHS. NOT happening to him.

"Open?" The voice spoke once more, this time a hint of desperation could he heard.

MC whirled around, and found no one behind him. Was it just his imagination, or was the voice coming from his PSP?
Perhaps if I replied...

"Open?" MC said. It might be crazy, but still, it was worth a shot.

"Yes. Open?" The voice responded.

"Uh...open what?"

"Pandora's Box. Open?"

Pandora. He had heard the story before. Opening the box caused the world to suffer. And now, his PSP is asking him to do the same thing?
I probably shouldn't. But then again, how many times in one's life would one have his own psp talk to him? How do I know this thing won't go away if I refuse? Maybe this is THE opportunity of a lifetime all the teachers at school talk about? Hell, maybe it's a prank from those assholes in class. Maybe they planted some kind of mic in my PSP or something. Well, no harm trying then, I guess.

"Okay...open." MC replied in a clear voice.

Immediately his PSP's screen became so bright it illuminated his entire room, and a distant rumbling could be heard. MC shielded his eyes as the rumbling got louder and louder still. And then, as suddenly as it appeared, the light died.

MC slowly opened his eyes, and the sight before him left him absolutely dumbfounded. Was that a Gagua poking his bed? Was that another one coming out from underneath the table?

"What the hell?!" MC cried, as his eyes quickly went back to his PSP. It was now shaking extremely violently, as though an earthquake was happening inside the system itself.

A black shadow pulled itself free from the PSP and jumped straight for the window, smashing it into a thousand pieces. MC ran over to the window, and there his suspicions were confirmed. Two red glowing eyes turned back and appeared to jest MC, as it's wing-blades softened the impact of landing from the 3rd floor. Another second passed, and the shadow jumped off into the nearby trees.

"Naruga..." MC muttered under his breath, and turned back just in time to see plenty more jump over him and onto the streets.

A yellow forelimb with blue stripes appeared out of the PSP.

"Oh no. No no noooo..." MC gasped as the forelimb pulled itself out, revealing a head and then a torso, whose entire structure screamed "extreme ferociousness".
The Tigrex took one look at MC and began to charge forward immediately. By some stroke of luck, another Gagua which was nearby was used as a jumping pad for MC, whose leap at that moment would put any Gold Olympic medal holder to shame. The Tigrex's charge, however completely decimated the wall, and it landed onto the streets, followed shortly by many other Tigrexes, who were apparently attracted by the sunlight.

Shit, how do I explain this one?! MC wondered. Gotta shut my PSP down somehow...

MC's PSP, however, seemed to have no intention of letting him do that. The speed at which the monsters appeared began to go up, and MC had no choice but to watch the entire parade of Monsters ranging from both Unite to MHP3rd storm past him towards the area where the wall and his room's window once was. How they managed to get out of that small screen did not bother him, in fact his only thought during that moment was that he was thankful that the table was near the window, and that the multiple Fatalis and Amatsus flew past him without noticing the tiny figure huddled in the bed under the blanket, staring at them from underneath it.

A minute later, and the rocking of his PSP began to slow down. Another couple of seconds passed, and it almost stopped completely. Of course, MC knew that was not the end. Sure enough, the screen flashed an electric blue, and the two yellow horns and soft howl the head emitted confirmed that the Jinougas were now making their way through. The first few went for the window without a hitch, but the last one stayed to look around.

After a bit of prodding (which thankfully was only at MC's video game collection, and nowhere near his prized medals), it too began heading for the window. At the same time however, a knock sounded at the MC's door.

"Oi! What's all that noise about? Are you helping me make breakfast or not?!" Ayumi screamed from outside.
Oh god, nooo... MC prayed.

But the Jinouga had heard the noise, and it's curiosity was getting the better of it. It began to head towards the door.
Come on, gotta do something...anything... He scanned the room from underneath the blanket. Wasn't there ANYTHING he could use to chase it off?

A distant howl sounded, and the Jinouga turned around towards the window. MC let out a silent sigh of relief.
Is it's pack calling him? MC wondered, and stared in awe as the Jinouga howled in response. It moved past the table, but then suddenly turned its head towards the PSP. In one swift strike, the paw landed dead center, and a distinct cracking sound was heard. It then howled again before jumping out of the window in a colorful flash of electric blue, yellow and silver.

MC finally came out from his blanket. Now that it appeared to be safe, he had another problem to consider.
How the hell am I gonna explain this to everyone?!

Ehhh, that didn't turn out quite right. O.O
Oh well.

This post has been edited by IamEpicFailure: 10 May 2011 - 03:06 PM

[IamEpicFailure]

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-Chapter 2 : Le Explanation-

"Geez, that's it, I'm coming in!" Ayumi screamed once again, the impatience in her voice now blatantly obvious. The doorknob turned, and the door made a loud creaking sound before it fell from its hinges and collapsed into the room.

There was a moment's pause as Ayumi's eyes took in the glorious sights of MC's room. Or rather, what was left of it.

"W-what is this I don't even-" She was evidently trying her best to make sense of the catastrophe, although it didn't seem to be going very well.

"Alright, you have some MAJOR explaining to do."

MC winced. He opened his mouth, stopped, lifted a finger in the air and attempted to speak again, stopped once more, and then brought his palm to his face.

"It's uh, complicated." He finally said.

"Complicated? COMPLICATED? Look at the books! Look at the wall! Where is the wall? Why is the table in two pieces?! What happened to the door?! What am I gonna tell Mom? The hell did you pull this time?!" Her voice was becoming increasingly loud.

"Look, I'll tell you if I knew, how was I supposed to know that voice wasn't a prank from those idiots in class? And who would expect real life, breathing, MONSTERS to appear from this bloody PSP?!" MC retaliated. "Oh shoot, the PSP!"

MC turned away and headed for what was left of the table and his beloved PSP. He lifted it up with both hands and gasped as he slowly inspected the damage.
Aside from the cracked screen, there didn't appear to be any major damage done.

"Hmm, looks like it's still fixable," MC sighed in relief, and then realized that he had spoke too soon as his PSP crumbled away in his hands. "Well. Damn." He threw the scraps onto his bed and turned around to Ayumi.

"Okay, where do I start..."

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"Let me get this straight. I am to believe that a whole bunch of these...monsters...appeared right after a mysterious voice from your PSP miraculously SPOKE to you, and asked if you wanted to open Pandora's Box?"

"That's more or less what happened, yes," MC nodded, and then noticed that Ayumi was giggling. "The hell's so funny?"

"I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Have you not been sleeping lately?" She chuckled.

"Sleep is for the weak. Besides, if you have a better explanation for this," MC pointed towards the hole in the room, "and THAT," He jerked his finger towards the Basarios walking along the street nearby stretching itself in the sun, "You're welcome to try."

Ayumi stared at the rock wyvern in amazement as it slowly brought out its wings to full length, and then proceeded to burrow itself under their neighbor's garden.

After a minute of so of staring, she turned back to MC, the amazement and shock still evident on her face.

"Well then, genius, you started all this, how do you purpose we end it?"

"Uh...hide in our house and hope for the best that they'll all disappear or something?" MC answered meekly.

"Eh, whatever happened to the "I AM THE MAIN CHARACTER, WATCH ME OWN" brother I used to know?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, fine, give me a moment to think," MC scowled and tried to concentrate. "Well, they're monsters from the Monster Hunter series, so I supposed we could try our luck with hunting them down like our hunters do? Nah that won't work, our hunters had proper weapons, and hell even then it took them some time to kill the monsters. Hey maybe we could try our luck with the army, who knows, maybe they'll-"

"Pandora's Box!" Ayumi cut into his train of thought.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Pandora's Box," Ayumi repeated. "You know, in the story after she released all those evil emotions and whatnot, hope was the last to be released. Quick, check your PSP!"

"Good point. Guess it's worth a shot. Even with my PSP broken to this extent," MC replied, and turned to his PSP. "Open."

There was an odd crackling sound, and then the PSP screen flickered and displayed the same white screen MC had seen before it unleashed hell.

"Open?" The mechanical voice spoke out of the PSP.

Ayumi jumped back in surprise at the sound of the voice.

"Open." MC repeated.

"Open what? There's nothing left to open, you fool. You let them all out. Now you can't get them back in." The voice said sarcastically.

"I don't care, you caused all this to happen, now you better start making it up before I tie you to a weight and dump you into the nearest ocean." MC said, slowly beginning to get angry at his PSP for causing this chain of events.

"Ooh, I'm so scared. Do it, then. Your funeral, since you'll never fix this mess without me." The voice replied confidently.

Ayumi rolled her eyes, and made a begging gesture. MC noticed and swallowed his pride.

"Damn, you really got me, haven't you? Fine then, please? Just some help?"

"That's better," The screen flickered once, twice, and then a hand sporting yellow armor with silver hair appeared out of it. Well, what are you waiting for, Christmas? Pull him out already."

MC grabbed the hand and began pulling. Slowly but surely, the figure that appeared out of the portal began to seem more and more familiar to him. Eventually they pulled the entire person out, and MC stepped back in surprise.

"Jinouga armor, with Jinouga Switch Axe? You don't happen to be VoltageEX, do you?"

"Woah, how did you know my name? Are you a wizard?" A gruff voice replied from underneath the armor.

"VoltageEX? What kind of name is that?" Ayumi laughed.

"Gimme a break, you know I was never good with names. Besides, this armor, holy shit..." MC muttered, and took a closer look at the Jinouga armor. If it looked impressive in the game, then it certainly looked awesome in real life. He took a quick jab at the torso, and quickly retracted his finger after some sparks flew.

"Oi, what are you doing? Don't prod people like that, it's plain rude. And also, can somebody mind filling me up on things? Let's start by where I am, eh?" The hunter sat down on the floor and looked at his surroundings. No doubt it appeared extremely odd, since most of the inventions in the current time did not exist from where he came from.

"I guess you could say you were summoned to help us get rid of those monsters," MC began, "Although I'm not sure if we can afford to pay you anything. Do you only accept Zennie?"

"Eh, if it's just a couple of monsters, I'll gladly help you for free. The materials are reward enough anyway. Name my targets."

"Alright then Volt, could we call you Volt?" -the hunter nodded- " Your targets are every single monster you eliminated up till this point in time, and many others which you probably have not seen before because they don't exist in the region you came from."

"EVERY SINGL- Well, I'll be damned. Is it too late to say 'no' now?"

"Well, I don't think you'll be able to head back to where you came from anyway. Wanna try?" Ayumi said and pointed at the PSP.

Volt jabbed a finger towards the PSP screen, and immediately the white screen appeared again.

"I won't try that if I were you." The voice echoed all around the room.

"Gah! A demonic device!" Volt jumped up and unsheathed his Switch Axe, before swinging it down with his full force. The PSP did a gentle rock to the side and evaded the attack by a few inches. MC's bed, however, was neatly sliced into two.

"It moves! It's possessed I tell you, POSSESSED!!" Volt held his Switch Axe high in the air to attack once more.

"Woah, stop, STOP!" MC and Ayumi cried in unison as they pulled Volt backwards. Their pulling didn't seem to have any effect on Volt though, as he continued his attack like they weren't even there.

"Show some gratitude, won't you?! It was the thing that brought you here to us!" Ayumi cried in desperation.

Volt suddenly stopped mid-swing, and slowly brought his Switch Axe down.

He looked to Ayumi to MC, then to the hole in the wall.

"I think our little commotion just brought us some uninvited company." He spoke the last two words slowly.

MC and Ayumi turned their heads towards the hole. A streak of blue stood out from the gray of the road.

"Velocidrome..." MC muttered under his breath, and turned to Volt.

"Do your stuff."

"With pleasure." Volt braced himself and jumped off the hole onto the street, his armor making the landing impact nonexistent.

The Velocidrome let out a howl of rage. Volt sneered under his armor.

"Bring it."

This post has been edited by IamEpicFailure: 10 May 2011 - 03:07 PM

[Ryuuki]

Cool. Stuff. o_o. Not my cup of tea, but cool nontheless

[kinokashi]

it's allright

[Quel33]

IamEpicFailure, on 02 February 2011 - 04:40 PM, said:

Yeah, I'm bored.
I'm sitting in front of this laptop, pressing refresh on the Minegarde shoutbox. What the hell? BAAWRRRRING.
So! I decided to write something.
I ain't very good, but whatever, this boredom is gonna kill me if I don't do something to quell it.
Anyway, let's start!
P.S : There won't be titles.
P.P.S : I suck with names.

"Gotta have guts, dood!" -Hero Prinny.





Well, kinda sucky but w.e.
There's part 2 btw. lolz.
...not that anyone is looking forward to it.
I know I ain't, after all I write this when I r bored.
hahaha....self-demotivate ftw XD

Just wanted to do that. The story looks epic.

[IamEpicFailure]

Quel33, on 02 May 2011 - 01:34 PM, said:

Just wanted to do that. The story looks epic.

Which one, the first or the second? lol.

[IamEpicFailure]

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-Chapter 3 : VS Velocidrome-

The Velocidrome started circling around Volt, unsure whether it would be wise to make the first move. Beneath his armor, Volt began to assess his target. It obviously wasn't that much of a threat, but if he had learned anything from his hunting career, it was to never underestimate any monster, no matter how weak it may seem. He began moving slowly in front. The Velocidrome continued to keep its distance.

I hope it doesn't notice those two up there, Volt's attention shifted to the two teens still standing in their house observing him. Might be trouble if it decides to launch an attack on them instead of me.

The Velocidrome noticed that Volt was distracted, and instantaneously jumped into the air before slashing him with its talon as it landed on top of him.

Volt grunted as the impact of the attack sent him flying a few feet. He recovered quickly though, and was on his feet again before the Velocidrome could attack once more.
Focus, Volt! He told himself, and unsheathed his Switch Axe.

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Three stories above, MC and Ayumi watched the battle unfold anxiously.

"I hope he's really as good as he looks," Ayumi whispered as she saw Volt take a hit. "He doesn't seem to be holding up very well."

"Of course he is. After all, I made him myself," MC whispered back, "He just never hunted a Velocidrome before. They don't exist in the Yukumo region."

"Right...but that thing still looks kinda weak in comparison to his amazing armor. Would be pretty absurd if he lost," Ayumi replied, "Oh look, he just took another hit."

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Volt pulled himself to his feet once more. This thing really was harder than it looked. The gravity wasn't helping either. His armor felt more of a burden here than a help, and it was making his movements sluggish. He was getting the timing of the Velocidrome's attacks down, though.
One well aimed attack should send it flying.

Volt noticed the Velocidrome rearing its back legs again, and his hands tightened on his weapon. The same moment the Velocidrome jumped, Volt raised his Switch Axe high.

As he predicted, the Velocidrome's jump brought it straight into the point of impact of his Switch Axe swinging down. It let out a loud yelp and sailed through the air, before letting out a resounding "THUNK" as it's body hit the floor.

Volt wasn't about to give it a chance to get back up, and promptly dashed forward before swinging his Switch Axe down full force onto the Velocidrome's neck. The attack decapitated the Velocidrome's head from it's body, and its blood gushed out like a fountain before disappearing into thin air.

"The hell?" Volt exclaimed. The Velocidrome's corpse was fizzling out into black and white pixels in front of his eyes. "What trickery is this?"

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Above him, MC face was a puzzled one as well.

"What's happening to it?" MC questioned his PSP.

"Well that was a fast kill. Certainly wasn't expecting him to get used to this new environment so quickly." His PSP rambled on to itself.

"Oi! Answer the damn question!" MC irritatedly said.

"What? Oh, right, the Velocidrome. Quickly, bring me down to it." The voice replied.

"How am I supposed to do that when you're in pieces?"

"Since when was I in pieces? Look again, carefully this time."

There was a brilliant flash of light, and MC's PSP was whole again.

"Ah, the wonders of technology. Astounding isn't it, look, not a scratch to be found! Now, back to business. To the Velocidrome we go."

MC absentmindedly placed his PSP into his pocket. It obviously had greater power than he first thought. Releasing monsters from games, regenerating itself, what's next? Transforming into a Gundam? Either way, the voice sounded serious when it told him to bring it to the Velocidrome. He had better not keep it waiting.

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Volt continued staring at the Velocidrome. More than half of its body had disappeared, and the part remaining was fizzling out fast.

"Good job, Volt!" He turned in the direction of the voice.
Oh. Those two. The boy and girl were running towards him from their house. He looked around their surroundings. Guess there aren't anymore monsters around...yet.
He squatted down and began to play with what was left of the Velocidrome's body.

The boy ran up to him, his face a light shade of red from the running.
Someone's obviously not getting enough exercise. He thought laughingly to himself.

"Eh? What are you looking at?" The boy asked as he noticed Volt staring at him.

"Probably at how tired you look. And to think, it was just a short run!" The girl teased him. Volt quickly turned his head back to the corpse. Three-quarters of it was gone now.

"Alright, now what?" The boy said as he slid out his PSP from his pocket.

"Now, we put it back where it belongs. Inside the game," The PSP replied, "Do position it so my screen is facing the Velocidrome." The boy did as he was told, and with a quick flash of light the Velocidrome's body disappeared completely.

"Good job. We're done here then. Back to the house."

"I don't think so. Not until you tell me what happened to the monster I just hunted." Volt said as he stood up.

"Hmm? Well, if you insist then. You see, all the monsters came from virtual reality. Their minds might have taken form when they passed through to Earth , but their bodies remained the same - still part of a game. And whilst they can remain in this world for some time, they're unable to last for too long in reality. Eventually, if they either get killed or insist on staying in this world for too long, they would return to what they originally were : pixels.

"That's good news isn't it? We could just relax in our house or something while waiting for them to disappear naturally." The boy said excitedly.

"True, but there isn't a fixed time frame for them to disappear. A certain monster might disappear in a month, but another might take years. It depends on the monster itself. And besides," - the voice chuckled - "You let out so many, who knows how much damage they could do in a day, much less years."

"Damn, I was sure I found a loophole." The boy looked crestfallen.

"Well then, I guess all we have to do is to hunt down all of them?" The girl suggested.

"Easier said than done. The monsters can retreat to ANY electronic device to regenerate lest they disappear, and this means that they can hide anytime, anywhere. Who knows if they might even hop from device to device?" The voice replied.

"Well, damn, you really made this hard for us haven't you?" The boy sounded irritated as he placed the PSP back into his pocket and turned towards the house.

"Hold up. It just occurred to me that none of you introduced yourselves to me yet." Volt said.

"Oh, right. I'm Ayumi." The girl stretched out her hand, and Volt shook it warmly.

"I'm MC. Short for Main Character." The boy said.

"What about the contraption?" Volt inquired.

MC took out his PSP.

"Yeah, what about you? You haven't told us your name yet."

"I guess you may call me...uh...PSP™."

"Wha-? That sounds even lamer than VoltageEX. How do you even pronounce it anyway? PSP Tee Am? PSP Trade Mark?" Ayumi asked.

"Trade Mark. That will be your name then. Mark." MC said.

"You guys really love nicknames, don't you?" The PSP yanked itself free from MC's grip and floated in the air. "Whatever then, call me Mark if it so amuses you."

"Jeez, if you could float, why the eff didn't you carry yourself here? Gah, stupid machines. I preferred it when you guys aren't self aware." MC stormed off towards the house.

"H-hey! Wait up MC!" Ayumi cried and went after him, leaving both Volt and Mark behind.

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"Well?" Volt said coldly.

"Well what?" Mark replied, and began floating around Volt.

"You know what I'm talking about. When you said that if characters from the game stayed here for too long they'll revert back to pixels. I am assuming that applies to me too?"

"Sadly, yes. I did make you extra durable though. Don't worry about it."

"Can't I hop into an...electronic device, or whatever it was you said, to regenerate as well?"

"That, unfortunately, would be a 'no'. I didn't create you with the intention of you leading them by their hands into everything. You're simply a temporary helpline for them, your objective here is to guide, assist them if necessary, but nothing more than that. It would therefore be important that you start teaching them everything you know about monster hunting. Wouldn't want them to be the same as they are now when you're gone, would you?"

"A temporary helpline, hm? I suppose it would be best then, that I keep this from them until they realize it themselves?" Volt eyed Mark carefully.

"It will be most beneficial to both of us, yes." Mark began to slow down, and landed on Volt's palm.

"Very well then. I'll begin getting those two into shape. Not like I have much of a choice anyway," Volt sighed. He lifted his head and looked at the blue sky above him.

It seems destiny has made a fool of me.

"Let's head back."

FAQ : Why your story so weird, bor?
A : Relax dood, i'm typing this out as I think of it. It'll end Final-Fantasy style...I hope.

FAQ : "Final Fantasy Style"??
A : Why yes, you know, overly dramatic battles and shiz. With an equally dramatic story...I hope.

FAQ : Why you update so slow?!
A : I haz school, dood. It's killing me. Alive. Slowly. Painfully.

FAQ : <Insert any other question here.>
A : ...Dood.

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-Chapter 4 : I can haz weapons now?-

MC walked slowly around the area where the concrete had fallen off in chunks from his room by the Tigrex's charge, inspecting the damage done. He picked up a small piece and watched it break into several smaller pieces in his palm.

Frigging Tigrex. He swore in his head and kicked another piece into the nearby bush, where it too broke into multiple pieces. Light footsteps sounded behind him, and Ayumi appeared beside him shortly, only slightly out of breath.

How she manage to run all the way to and fro without breaking a sweat? MC raised an eyebrow at her.

"There you are! Did you know how long it took for me to find- oh. Crap, I totally forgot about this." Ayumi stared at the broken wall which had fallen from the third floor.

"How do we explain this one to Mum and Dad? And speaking of them, where are they? I haven't seen them all morning."

"Did you forget again? They left for their business trip early last morning."

MC faintly recalled their parents saying something about it, but he was too engrossed that day in his PSP to respond.

"Well, that's good right? We'll have enough time to clean up. If the neighbors ask, we'll just say we're doing renovation or something. Maybe we can get Mark to solve this problem. He owes us this much, as least." MC shrugged and headed for the front door.

"I hope so," Ayumi replied, "Although, I don't think he will."

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A couple of minutes later, MC and Ayumi heard the front door opening from the former's room.

"About time." He muttered, and started running downstairs, Ayumi a few steps behind him. Unfortunately, Volt happened to be running up the stairs at the same time, resulting in a very messy collision in the middle.

MC groaned and rubbed his head. It was definitely going to feel sore for the next few days. Ayumi and Volt picked themselves up as if nothing happened, and Mark hovered around them slowly.

"The hell was that about?" MC slowly lifted himself up using the wall.

"Sorry about that. Are you alright?" Volt apologized.

"I would be once that floating PSP fixes the hole in the wall."

"Hole? What hole?"

"The hole in his room, of course." Ayumi quipped.

"Oh right, that hole. Why don't we uh, move to MC's room before anything else? It's a bit cramped in here."

The four of them quickly walked over to MC's room, with Ayumi pushing MC along despite his exaggerated cries of pain. Once inside, Mark began a quick scan of the wall while the other three sat on the floor.

"Alright, I got this." Mark's screen began to light up again, and with a quick flash MC's room looked as good as new.

"Alright! Problem solved!" MC jumped up with his hands in the air, his head somehow 'miraculously' healed. "Now, what are we gonna do what the debriiiiiiii-" His hand had went through the wall, and he had lost his balance due to surprise.

Volt quickly extended his hand and pulled MC back. Once he had regained his balance, MC turned to Mark, fury all over his face.

"The eff was that?!"

"Eh, it's just a projection. What did you expect me to do?"

"I dunno, heal it like you healed yourself?" MC spat.

"Heh, if I could I would. Sadly my healing is only limited to this body. Besides, we have more important issues to settle."

"What issues?" MC's eyes narrowed. He was beginning to have his doubts about believing anything Mark said, especially after the incident just now.

"I suppose it's my turn to talk now," Volt straightened himself and cleared his throat before continuing, "After thinking it through, I decided that it would be best that I train you personally in the arts of monster hunting, so that we can deal with the current situation together, and that we would know what to do should we get caught alone with our pants down."

It took a moment for the information to sink in, but as it did, a wide grin began to appear on MC's face.

"So we're gonna be real life hunters?" Ayumi asked.

"I guess you could say that. Go ahead, pick a weapon." Volt stepped back and placed Mark on the floor.

"Holy mother of Prinnies!" MC let out a outburst of joy. "Which one should I pick?! Long Sword? Gunlance? Dual Swords? Oh god, this is so effing awesome, it's like every Monster Hunter player's dream come true!"

"Erm, yeah, I'm not really sure, are there any weapons that can attack from a distance?" Ayumi said, completely ignoring MC.

"Sure. I'll get you the Light Bowgun, then." Mark replied and almost instantaneously, a crude looking contraption somewhat resembling a crossbow appeared. Ayumi took it without much thought, and Mark began to chuckle softly.

"What?" She stared at the PSP screen. "Something on my face?"

"Nothing really, but you'll need bullets. Here, I'll sponsor you the majority of them free of charge. Normal lvl 1, Normal lvl 2, Normal lvl 3, Pierce lvl 1, Pierce lvl 2..." As Mark said the name of each bullet, 99 types of said bullet began jumping out of the screen towards Ayumi, until both her hands were full. Still, the bullets continued jumping out, eventually covering Ayumi in an entire mountain of bowgun bullets.

"Thunder S, Water S, Dragon S...Uh I think we're done. Yoohoo, Ayumi, where did you go? Since when did a pile of bullets take your place? Mark said sarcastically.

"Haha, very funny. Do you honestly expect me to carry this whole bunch of bullets around with me all the time? Is this your idea of a joke? Do I look like Rambo to you?" An annoyed Ayumi replied in a muffled voice from underneath the bullets.

"Heh. Sorry. Thought it was funny." Mark sounded genuinely apologetic as another flash of light filled the room. The bullets were replaced by small white packets which had the name of what bullet they contained labelled on them. "There. Much more convenient to carry around now, aren't they? I've compressed them into bone husk size."

"Alright, what about you?" Volt turned to MC, who was still muttering frantically on what weapon he should use. He finally stopped moving and seemed to come to a decision after a minute of silence.

"Eh, what the heck. Let me try out the Great Sword."

"Done." Another quick flash, and a gigantic sword whose size was equal to MC appeared. The blade was jagged and had spikes jutting out of it in the middle.

"Sweet. Ravager Blade." MC took the sword by the handle. "Eh, it's kinda...heavy."

"Why do you think we move so slow it's unsheathed, genius?" Volt asked and folded his arms.

As soon as Mark's glow had disappeared from the Great Sword, however, the blade fell straight onto the ground with a loud thunk. MC had just managed to let go of the handle in time.

"Holy Prinnies, can I do a weapon swap? Thing almost took my hand with it."

"Make up your mind please. You have to be decisive if you're going to be a good hunter." Volt replied, and rolled his eyes under his helmet.

"Well, damn, I'm sorry I don't have enough strength to lift up a 1 ton sword. Maybe I should just fight using my fists instead?" MC muttered.

"Kay." Mark's screen lit up again, and in a split second the Great Sword was replaced by a pair of gloves, one black and one red.

"Wait, you're serious?" MC took the gloves and checked them for any unique properties. "I didn't know Monster Hunter had fists as weapons."

"This isn't Monster Hunter." Mark replied. "I'd rather you use a weapon you preferred than die using a weapon you obviously have no experience in."

MC cocked his head to one side as he donned the gloves, and clenched his fists. Immediately a short blade appeared out of the black one, and several spikes appeared out of his knuckle in the red one.

"Woah. Cool. Wasn't expecting this. Now I feel like Wolverine! Hey guys, check this out! FALCON PUNCH!" MC exclaimed as he threw himself into the nearby wall with his fist out, completely forgetting that said wall was merely a projection. He proceeded to take a tumble three stories down, yet somehow his fist-blade managed to penetrate the ground, resulting in him doing a handstand of sorts.

"Uh...Halp?"

"Suddenly, I fear for the future of humanity." Volt shook his head incredulously, and Ayumi brought her palm to her face.

Sorry if this one was too short, I kinda had *some* spare time, so yeah.

Also, FAQ :

Q : I just realized that you have never described how each character in your story looked. Why is that so?
A : Well...uh...I guess it's better if you guys thought it out yourselves how each character looked like, rather than me describing? (Alright, the truth is I actually suck with description, you'll see this flaw if you look through my stories enough.)

Q : Wtf, Fist Weapons?
A : Yeah, I wanted to bring this concept to MH, since I always wondered why there couldn't be fist weapons in MH. Closest thing we have are Jho Duals in p3rd...which, whilst cool, is still just another pair of Dual Swords.

Also, special shout out to Kai_Hirogame (or whatever his name was...I hope he reads this.) for your stories in old Minegarde. They were amazing, I hope I can reach your standard.

And another special shout out to iHena, for...'loaning' me his hunter's name. Did you guys really think I made up the name "Ayumi" by myself? >~<

Last shout out to YOU, for actually reading this far. Feel free to correct any mistakes you guiz find in the story.

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-Chapter 5 : Things just got complicated-

"How does your brother even survive in this world, Ayumi? Doesn't constantly doing dumb things like this make everyday a gamble for his life?" Volt asked as he headed downstairs.

"Like hell I'd know. Sometimes even I wonder what goes through that head of his." Ayumi sighed and followed Volt downstairs to help MC get upright again.

As they approached him, MC frowned and tried once more to dislodge the fist-blade from the ground. He pedaled his feet in the air multiple times to get his center of gravity up, but it obviously wasn't working. Volt walked up swiftly and plucked him out with one hand in an action not unlike how one pulls weed from one's garden.

"I-I could have freed myself, you know. Just needed a little more time, that's all." MC stuttered, and looked away in embarrassment.

"Right. Yep. Okay. You done with the excuses? If you are, get in position over here, I'll start teaching you guys the basics." Volt replied and silently chuckled. MC reminded him much of himself when he was younger, after all.

Hang on. When I was younger? I never even had a past, where are these memories coming from? Does coming into this world sort of 'generate' these memories for me? He shot a glance at Mark idling on the steps of the front door, Dammit, you stupid contraption, just who, or what are you...?

"Oi, Volt! We're waiting!" MC's voice shook him out of his reverie.

"Right, sorry. Was just thinking about something. Okay then, seeing as how I'm more acquainted with Bowguns than with those weird Fist weapons, I'll start with Ayumi. Why don't you watch us from a distance, like over there?"

"Right, first you told me to come over here and now you tell me to watch you from over there. Make up your mind dammit." MC grumbled and moved to the position Volt had told him to watch them from.

"Alright now, Ayumi, could you lend me your Light Bowgun for a moment?"

Ayumi passed the bowgun over, and Volt inspected it closely. It didn't resemble any Light Bowguns that the blacksmith in Yukumo village had created before, and yet it looked like something made from pieces of junk randomly glued together to form a rough bowgun shape. Everything else looked normal, but he wasn't sure if it was really safe to use. Still, it'd be ridiculous to request a better weapon from Mark. He probably has his reasons for giving Ayumi something this ugly looking anyway.

"Alright, gunner basics 101, this is how you reload. You see this slot and string here? To put it simply, you pop one of those bone husks inside, and then you give this string a hard tug." Having said that, Volt pushed one of the bullets inside and placed his hand on the string.

Instantly, an electric jolt went through his arm, and he found both his arms paralyzed in their place.

You're not worthy to use me, fool. Return me to the girl, A feminine voice whispered in his ear. Or the next one will be fatal.

What the hell?! Volt nearly dropped the bowgun in surprise at the voice. It had managed to instill fear into him with just two sentences, and he could feel his knees beginning to quake.

"Uh...Volt? You okay?" Ayumi waved her hand in front of Volt's helmet.

"W-wha? Yeah I'm fine. Why don't you, um, try reloading it yourself? I have to uh, use the bathroom." Volt barely managed to stop his voice from shaking.

"Sure!" Ayumi replied cheerfully, and took the bowgun from his hands. She then proceeded to reload it. Volt stared at her as she tugged on the string without any problems.

"Um, why are you still here? I thought you had to use the toilet."

"It's alright now, the sensation passed." Volt muttered. "As for how to aim, you press that tiny button over there, and a scope appears. You could shoot without the scope too, but it's generally easier to aim with it."

Whatever that thing was just now, I had better listen to it and refrain from touching the bowgun. Volt decided as he continued showing Ayumi the ways of the gunner. I got a feeling it was serious about the next one being fatal.

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"The hell are those two doing there? Seriously, making me wait in the burning sun, do they think it's funny?" MC whined and squatted down, drawing circles on the ground with his finger. He had tried unsuccessfully to summon the blades hidden inside his fist weapons, but no matter how much he clenched his fists, they didn't show up again.

"This is so boring, I don't wanna watch them train, I wanna do some training too!" MC stood up and started jumping about. "Hmph, if Volt won't teach me, I'll just have to teach myself."

He got no further than throwing two punches into midair before his head suddenly started to ache. MC cried out in pain and fell to the ground, clutching at his head as the splitting headache got more and more worse.

How nice to meet you at last. A serpentine voice echoed throughout his head. Though he did not know it at the time, the same fear that Volt had felt began rising up in his chest, consuming every last ounce of courage he had, and turning every hope he had once garnered into despair.

His vision blurred, and then became nothing more than a mixture of two colors : A deep crimson, and an unholy black.

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MC blinked. The headache was gone. He picked himself up and looked around. Everywhere around him, a random swirl of color drifted by.

"The heck? Am I DEAD?" He shouted. The last word came echoing back to him. Dead...dead...dead...

"Well, either dead, or unconscious." He confirmed. "Unless this is some weird alien planet and I had been abducted by aliens while watching Ayumi and Volt train. Psh, yeah right." MC laughed at himself.

He choked halfway through the laugh when he realized that two other voices were laughing alongside him. He turned to the general direction of the voice, and did a double-take. Standing in front of him was none other than himself! To be precise, two of them. Every facial feature he had, these doppelgangers had as well, although there was a stark difference when it came to dressing and eye color. One was in a suit of red, the other in black, and neither had any pupils. Their eyes were the matching colors of their suit.

"What's wrong? What did you stop?" The MC dressed in black questioned him.It was the exact voice MC had heard before he fainted. The voice's tone was authoritative, and had a heavy tinge of evil mixed in.

"You piece of shit, continue laughing dammit! You dare defy me?!" The MC in red barked at him. The voice of this one was cruel, and most likely on the brink of insanity.

MC slowly stepped back and tried to assess the situation. The best course of action would be to merely inflict pain upon himself to wake himself up, but this conversation with "himself" might turn out interesting.

"I-"

"Don't talk back you little shit! I commanded you to LAUGH!" MC's eyes widened as the red suited MC teleported behind him, and cleanly kicked him on the side of his face.

MC was sent flying for a few meters, and landed face down on the floor.

Crap, that one hurt. This isn't a dream or anything, for sure. He barely had enough time to think this sentence out before the red suited MC appeared behind him again, and pulled him by his hair.

"Are you going to laugh, or do I have to make you?" The red suited MC hissed into his face.

MC coughed and let out a slow laugh, hampered by his injuries.

"A half-assed effort. Pathetic. Oi, Black, catch!" Immediately after saying that, MC was sent flying across the room once more, where he was caught nicely by the black suited MC. He was then set nicely onto the floor.

"Not bad, you survived a punch from Crimson. Granted, he did just use a tiny fraction of his strength. Now, no need to talk, we know everything about you the moment you equipped us." Black smiled, and swatted off some dust from MC.

"Equipped?" MC blurted out. Both Black and Crimson instantly delivered a punch to his ribs, and MC heard something break.

"I said there was no need to talk. It would do you good to listen to us while you're in here," Black narrowed his eyes, and brought his face close to MC's. "Today is for the introductions. But if you like, we could show you how to use us at full power...right from the start. What say you?"

"Y-yes please." MC whimpered, and closed his eyes, expecting another blow to his body.

"Well jeez, what are you so scared about? We ain't gonna hit you for no reason whatsoever." Black rolled his eyes.

"He won't, but I will! Don't close your eyes when talking to us, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Crimson roared, and used his shin to kick MC full force in his face.

"You've done it again, Crimson. Knocked out the owner, as usual," Black turned away as a sneer appeared on his face. "Of course, this means his body has no one controlling it until he wakes up again."

"Have fun." Black disappeared, leaving Crimson all alone with a sadistic look on his face.

"Don't you worry about that, dear brother, I will."

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Crimson flicked his eyes open, and noted that a girl and a hunter was watching him.

"He's awake!" Ayumi exclaimed in joy. She had been worried sick after MC passed out for no reason at all. "Don't you go fainting on people like that, it's dumb!" She raised her hand to smack MC playfully, but was stopped halfway through.

"Who the shit are you?" Crimson hissed, and tossed her away like a rag-doll.

"Oh, damn." Volt's spine began tingling with fear once again, and he looked at MC with suspicion. He stepped back as MC jumped off the floor with a demonic aura around his body. Looking closer, MC's eyes had both turned a full gleaming red, and their pupils had disappeared.

"You there, hunter. Let's have some fun!" Crimson smiled, and rushed forward, delivering a corkscrew punch straight into the chest of Volt. There was a distinct moment where Volt's armor could be heard shattering, and then then impact from the attack sent Volt flying through their neighbor's wall.

"Man, you suck. No competition at all." Crimson cocked his head to one side as MC's neighbor began hurling expletives at them from across the yard. "Oh look. Lunch is served...barbequed."

Crimson snapped his fingers, and a meteor the size of a truck went crashing into their neighbor's house, completely obliterating everything their neighbor ever owned, including his life.

"Oops. My bad. Perhaps using three percent of my power was pushing it? Nay, there are enough houses here for me to use at least five percent. Ooh, perhaps I should summon something to wipe out the entire town while I'm at it? Shit, this is so damn fun! I'll BBQ every single resident here and eat them as snacks!"

"That's enough!" Ayumi stood up, the bowgun in her hand glowing brightly.

"Oh? And what are you gonna do about it, you little shit? Just so you know, I can call a meteor upon the very spot you're standing on right now, and there's no a damn thing you can do about it." Crimson sneered evilly.

"Just so you know, brother, I'm going to slaughter you if you don't let the owner of that body return in 5 seconds." Ayumi smiled. Crimson's jaw dropped.

"Shit, that's freakin' abuse of power. This isn't over, dear sister." Crimson spit out the last two words with extreme wrath, and then released his control over MC, causing the his body to drop to the ground in a dead faint once more.

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"And that's about what happened." Volt concluded.

The four of them were gathered around the living room, where Volt had given them a blow-by-blow account of what happened starting after MC lost conscious.

MC and Ayumi listened with great interest, the former with a larger interest than the latter. All he remembered was punching the air twice, everything else that happened after that was a dead blank to him. Ayumi did recall MC tossing her away, but what happened after that was fuzzy.

"I dunno what that was all about, but something was definitely off about the way you delivered the punch, and how much damage it did. No way a simple punch could break through Jinouga armor." Volt gave his Jinouga chest armor a quick glance. He wasn't going to be able to equip it until it gets repaired, seeing as how it now had a hole the size of a fist in it.

"Wish I could explain what happened to me, but I did have a weird dream of some sort. Something about confronting 2 'me'-s, one wearing red, the other black. They called each other Crimson and Black." MC held back the part where they thrashed him. It wasn't something he was going to go around telling anyone soon.

"Odd, I had the same dream about confronting "myself". She called herself White. She seemed like she was pretty calm, with an appearance of an angel, and had the voice of one too." Ayumi's eyes shined as she recollected how beautiful White looked.

Damn, why'd she get the angel while I get the devils?! Not fair. MC thought in frustration.

"Anyway, I figured we should ask Mark. This only started after you gave them the weapons." Volt turned to Mark and lifted up his visor, revealing his cold silver eyes. "Talk."

"Bleh, if you insist. I took these weapons from the experimental section of Unite's blacksmith." Mark turned his screen around to see everyone's faces. "They are made from the Fatalis trio."

MC pouted. He expected as much, the names just seemed too familiar. Ayumi raised her hand with a puzzled look on her face.

"What's the "Fatalis trio"?"

"The end-game bosses." MC cut in before Mark could answer.

"...what MC said. Now, Fatalis items were well known for having the power to retain their spirits inside the weapons or armors that were made out of them, and to prevent hunters from falling prey to the spirits, an exorcism was normally conducted before said weapons or armors could be equipped. I had no idea that the ones you're wielding had not been exorcised though."

"Eh, wait, so that means these weapons are cursed or something?"

"I suppose you could call it that. It would be in our best interest that the weapons are swapped with ones that were exorcised right now, before anything more unfortunate happens."

A chilly aura filled the house as White, Black and Crimson took control over their host's bodies.

"No way we're returning to that shit-hole where no one uses us."
"We prefer it here, where we can kill to our heart's content."
"And if you know what's good for you, you won't bring us back there."

The aura disappeared as quickly as it came, and both MC and Ayumi blinked in surprise.

"What just happened?" MC and Ayumi said in unison.

"Damn, I swear, speaking in two different tones makes you really creepy, MC." Volt muttered.

"Well, they refused to leave. Nothing much we can do about it. Seeing as once you don the weapons they essentially become part of you, if you harbor any intentions to send them back, they'll probably have no qualms about killing you on the spot." Mark clicked both shoulder buttons in an attempt to simulate someone shrugging. "Guess they're part of our little group now."

"You know what, Mark? You've brought us nothing but trouble." MC's voice became dangerously low. "Fuck you." With surprising agility, MC flicked his hand, and Mark was sent flying across the room and out the window.

An audible crack could be heard as the PSP was smashed against the ground at light speed.

"Ow. That hurt."

"So," MC's body turned to the other two in the room, his eyes a dark crimson. "Who's hungry?"

That went longer than I expected.
And yes, this is what happens when you read too much manga.

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Thread bookmarked. Looking forward to Chapter 6.

[IamEpicFailure]

...I got time to spare.

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-Chapter 6 : Food-

"So, uh, you're Crimson, right?" Volt asked nervously, the memory of Crimson's armor shattering punch still crystal clear in his mind.

"No, I'm your dad. Come to papa, son, so daddy dear can give you a hug of death to finish what I started earlier." Crimson began laughing like a maniac.

"Er, I'd rather stay over here, thank you very much. My instincts tell me to stay as far away from you as possible."

"Tch, suit yourself," Crimson stood up and began heading outside. "Where's the nearest place you people eat? I'm hungry."

"Wait, you're serious?" Ayumi stood up as well, and the loud growl of her stomach made her blush. "Uh, guess I'm a bit hungry too. Haven't eaten anything since morning. C'mon, we'll go grab a bite."

"You sure about that, Ayumi? Bringing MC out while Crimson's in control is a bit...risky, no?"

"Hello, I'm still here, and I can hear every word you're saying, you shitty excuse for a hunter. Now, move, or I will burn this entire place down, along with you. And then I will proceed to scatter your ashes amongst lava where you will burn for all eternity." Crimson exclaimed loudly, the malice in his voice now clear.

Volt opened his mouth to retaliate, but quickly clamped his mouth shut as flickering flames appeared on Crimson's palm.

"Right...I'll go get Mark." Ayumi headed out, followed shortly by the other two.

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MC opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. The familiar swirl of colors greeted him, and he quickly deducted where he was. Crimson didn't seem to be around though.

"Oh? That was unexpected. Why did you come back?" A voice sounded from behind him. MC whirled around and watched as Black materialized in front of him. "No, don't answer that. Let me guess : you got angry with something?"

MC nodded silently and gently tapped his foot on the floor. Now that Crimson wasn't thrashing him around, there was ample time for him to really take in what was going on in his mind. For one, the "floor", if it even existed, was not even visible. For all he knew, they could be standing on thin air, or even falling through it. Occasionally some images from his past would drift past, although he could not really recall how long ago those memories were formed.

"Really, you should learn to control yourself better. It's a sign of weakness if you come here too often." Black clapped his hands, and a cushy sofa appeared in front of him, together with a table with some cups of tea on it. "Come, have a seat. Perhaps you would like some tea as well?"

MC moved forward and sat down, then swiftly drunk the tea in one gulp.

"It's bland." He stared at the empty cup in his hand as it slowly melted away into nothingness.

"Well, they're what you humans would call "food for thought", after all," Black slowly sipped from his cup. "Since we're here, do you have any burning questions in your mind that you wish to ask me?"

"Yeah. Why is White Fatalis a girl? I mean, look at the model in the game. It has a beard."

"Well, why not? How do you think we reproduce? Besides, we take on the traits and appearance of the person that equips us. Our previous bodies that used to embody our spirits is now nothing more than shell."

"I see. Well, since you are one of my weapons, any explanations as to why the blades hidden within only came out the first time?"

"The first time was a sign of acceptance." He paused and finished his tea. "You carry the "Blade of Despair" on your left hand, and the "Fist of Wrath" on your right."

"Okay, why do they have such stupid names? Also, how do I use them in battle?"

"For the first question, my answer would be "Ask the blacksmith who made us". For the second, each of us in the Fatalis family feed off an emotion. Crimson feeds off rage, which explains why he is always trying to get himself worked up. I personally prefer the sweet taste of fear and despair. And in case you wanted to know, White feeds off joy."

"But that doesn't answer my-"

"Don't interrupt, I have not finished," Black shot MC a glare and then continued, "Each of the emotions we feed on gives us more strength, and the stronger the emotion the more strength we get. Seeing as we're your weapons, the more strength we get, the better your weapon becomes. In your case, the blade and spiked knuckles would appear."

"So you're saying I should go around being paranoid of everything and get angry for no reason at all?" MC raised an eyebrow.

"Not really, if you have enough willpower then you could summon the blade and spikes without needing much of either emotion. If you get an overflow of the emotions however, that is when your consciousness is swapped with one of us. That is what just happened to you."

"So how long will this swap with Crimson last, then?"

"Until he gets bored. Unless you have enough fighting spirit to take control from him, which I seriously doubt. Speaking of Crimson, shouldn't you start worrying about what he's doing with your body? He has a tendency to destroy everything within a fifty feet radius after being in control for a while."

"You...gotta be kidding me." MC's jaw dropped.

Black turned away and started sipping from another cup of tea.

"I kid you not."

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The four arrived at the restaurant called "Dean's All U can Eat" after a couple of minutes' worth of walking. Whilst fairly small and tucked in a corner of a street where most people would unknowingly walk pass it without giving it a second glance, its location was next to MC and Ayumi's school, making it convenient for them to eat there after school. That being the case, the two of them have known Dean since they were enrolled.

"About damn time. Why isn't this shitty restaurant beside your house? Would have been so much more convenient than making us walk all this way," Crimson complained. "This shit better have something worth eating. And it better damn well not be shit."

"Right then, I'll go and get us a table." Ayumi tried her best to ignore Crimson and went inside, with the latter following her, leaving Mark and Volt outside.

"It sure is quiet around here." Volt commented, and looked around. The walk to the restaurant had been thus far uneventful, but with the possibility of a monster coming out at any moment, it would be a fool's errant to let down one's guard. There was not a single one of the mechanical contraptions that Volt had learned was called a "car" in sight on the road, save for two which had been parked opposite the restaurant.

Mark had been quiet for the entire trip. Not that Volt particularly cared. Perhaps he was simply sulking, or perhaps he knew it would be better if he refrained from speaking to the party for the time being.

Volt turned his attention to the restaurant. He had never seen anything similar to this in Yukumo village, and the entire experience was new to him. From the sight of the food people were eating to the sweet smell that drifted out of the restaurant, it was certainly a good change of pace from the constant hunting and training he had to endure back in the village.

Inside the restaurant, Crimson appeared to be having the time of his life making the receptionist's life miserable. Although Volt couldn't tell what they were saying through the glass, it was quite clear that Ayumi was trying her best to get Crimson to apologize to the receptionist, but Crimson just seemed to be intent on making the situation worse.

A twig snapped nearby, and Volt's hand instantly went for his weapon. From the foliage of trees nearby, a purple head with a frill around it's neck emerged. The Great Jaggi sniffed the air, attempting to pinpoint the location of the scent it caught when the wind blew downhill. Then it disappeared again, although Volt could hear it's footsteps getting closer.

Shit, they're still people inside the restaurant. If it attacks now... Volt turned and went through the front doors of the restaurant in one big stride, loudly hitting the door against the wall to get everyone's attention. Everyone inside turned their eyes to him at once.

"Jaggi." Volt said in a booming voice.

There were a few mutterings of "What's a "jaggi"?", "He's probably crazy." and other lines of disbelief, before the everyone went back to what they were doing before the interruption.

"Ayumi, we have to get everyone out of here. Hopefully, it won't attack while an entire group of people are running out."

"Isn't it kind of risky?"

"It's one risk we'll have to take."

"Alright then," Ayumi turned to Crimson with a unsure look on her face. "Crimson, please make everyone leave."

"Gladly." Crimson jumped on top of a nearby table, and cleared his throat. "Now what would brother do if he was here...? ATTENTION FOOLISH MORTALS, YOU ARE ALL RELIEVED OF YOUR MEALS. RETURN TO YOUR SHITTY HOMES AT ONCE!"

A few of the customers left with a disgusted look on their faces, muttering something about suing Crimson for public harassment. However, the majority of them remained rooted to their seats, and continued eating after a moment.

"Alright brother, you can't say I didn't try. Now we do it my way." Crimson jumped down and placed one hand each on the nearby curtain to his left and right. A fiery aura surrounded him for a split second, and a brief moment later the curtains were alight.

"Everyone, get the fuck out."

Not another word needed to be said as all the diners and employees made a beeline for the exit, although screams of "demon" and the likes were spit in Crimson's face as they ran past him.

Dean himself came out of the management room just in time to witness the last customer leaving. He stood there for a few seconds, completely flabbergasted and not sure what to make of the situation. Then he pointed an accusing finger at the trio standing by the door.

"Ayumi! MC! And the guy with the weird fashion sense! What's the bloody meaning of this?"

"Sorry, Dean. This is for the good of everyone." Ayumi spoke softly and loaded her Bowgun as the footsteps of the Great Jaggi and its minions got louder.

"Crimson, put out the damn fire." Volt begun sharpening his Switch Axe.

The flames in the restaurant began to dissipate as the Great Jaggi finally appeared on the other side of the window, followed by roughly ten Jaggis. Crimson cracked his knuckles as the spikes hidden in the Fist of Wrath began to appear. He grinned, revealing two rows of sharp, shiny teeth.

"Lunchtime."

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It's god-modding time!

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-Chapter 7 : Aren't we outnumbered here? VS G.Jaggi-

The Great Jaggi noticed the three hunters inside the restaurant, and ceased moving. The Jaggi following it also came to a standstill, although there were a few nervous and excited squeaks amongst them.

"Why is it staring at us like that? It's getting unnerving." Ayumi said in a hushed tone.

"They're probably sizing us up. Let's move back. Slowly. Engaging it at the entrance where it can summon even more Jaggi isn't wise." Volt replied.

"You chickening out? Pfft, some hunter you are," Crimson mocked Volt, and moved closer to the entrance. "Bring it suckers. I'm waiting~"

The Great Jaggi cocked its head, and barked out an order. As one, the entire group began to retreat back from where they had initially appeared.

"Wait, what? Now THEY are running away too? Little shits, get back here!" Crimson began heading for the exit, but was pulled back by Volt.

"It's a blatantly obvious trap. You can't be serious about wanting to chase them."

"Don't. Touch. Me." A fiery gale blasted Volt off his feet and sent him crashing into a nearby table.

"This urge to kill is getting to me." He turned his head towards Ayumi as she gasped at his pulsating eyes. "I think I'll settle for you first, before going after them."

Volt instantly sprung back into action from the table, and stepped between Crimson and Ayumi with his Switch Axe out.

"Not on my watch."

The two glared at each other before Crimson began howling unexpectedly.

"Let. Me. EAAAAAAAAAAT."

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"Ah, now they've done it. Crimson's gone batshit-insane now," Black said nonchalantly while sipping from his fifth cup of tea. "To think that even lack of food can be used as fuel for rage...hats off to you, brother dear."

"Food?" MC raised an eyebrow, then quickly frowned. "Hey don't change the subject, help me out here! Is there really absolutely no way of forcing Crimson to hand back control to me?"

"I didn't say that there was absolutely no way of getting back in control. In fact, I actually do have a plan right now, but I'm not quite sure how it'll turn out."

"I don't care, anything to get back in control!" MC began raising his voice.

"Very well then," Black finished his sixth and final cup, and stood up as a silhouette of a Black Fatalis hung overhead him.

The Fatalis lowered its head until it was face to face with MC, and snarled.

"Tell me MC," the voice that emerged from the Fatalis sent chills up MC's spine, and he found himself trembling uncontrollably. "What do you fear most?"

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Volt tightened his grip on his weapon.

Is it truly right for me to raise my weapon against my client...? he questioned himself. Still, it won't do anyone of us any good if Crimson continues like this.

Crimson continued his howl for another few seconds, and then suddenly appeared to gag.

"Hrk, Brother...what are you playing at?" Crimson's voice came out as a rasp, the usual malice in his tone completely gone.

"Huh?" A confused Ayumi lowered her weapon. She had initially planned on asking White for help, but decided against it when Volt jumped to her side. Besides, she had enough confidence that the two of them could take care of Crimson fairly easily.

"Keep your guard up. Might be some sort of trick." Volt instructed, and Ayumi raised her Bowgun at Crimson who was now randomly throwing himself against nearby tables.

"It was a request from the host. He asked for you to release control over his body." Black's voice emerged from the same mouth which Crimson had used seconds earlier.

A spooked Dean began panicking. First dinosaurs in his restaurant, then his long-time customers had ruined his life's work, and now one of said customer had a split personality?

"This is too much for one day." He shook his head and sat down on a chair beside him.

"Don't worry Dean, you'll get used to it. Probably." Ayumi called out to him.

"I sure hope so." He looked at MC still wildly destroying his restaurant.

"Okay, I think I explained the situation enough to you, Crimson. Back into the mind you go."
"Huaarrrkrkk! You'll regret this, you shit!"
"I'm well aware of that. Buh-bye."

Crimson seemed to take an invisible hit to his forehead as his head tilted dramatically backwards, and then returned back to his normal position, although the once crimson eyes were now replaced by black ones which looked like they came from a never-ending abyss.

"Why hello." Black bowed his head before Ayumi and Volt. "I believe we have not met before in person. My name is Black. I'm quite sure you know this already, but the one earlier was my brother."

"Um, hi there?" Ayumi scratched her head. "This is getting hopelessly confusing."

"I know, I'm starting to feel a headache coming up already." Volt agreed.

"I can relate. Worry not, I'll return control back to-"

"All in formation? We have them surrounded, yes?"

"Pardon me? Did you say something?" Volt and Ayumi looked at each other and shook their heads. "Odd, I could have sworn-"

"On my mark. Three."

Black narrowed his eyes and looked around. The source of the voice seemed to be coming from the backdoor.

"Two."

"Draw your weapons." The Blade of Despair emerged with a loud swishing sound from Black's left hand. "You and the girl to the front." A puzzled Volt and Ayumi sensed something amiss, and did as they were told.

"One."

"You. Hide." He pointed to Dean, who was more than happy to comply by heading back into the management room. Black began sprinting towards the backdoor with his blade in position.

"ATTACK!"

In an instant, an entire horde of Jaggis smashed through the entrance and backdoor simultaneously, flooding the entire restaurant. Ayumi began firing on instinct, nailing one of them with a direct shot to the head. Volt used the superior reach of his Switch Axe to his advantage, swinging wildly and dealing fatal wounds to the Jaggis that went too close to him.

"Volt, what's the best bullet for taking care of all of them at once?" Ayumi asked in desperation. Her Normal bullets did not seem to be effective at handling such a large mob.

"Try Pellet shots."

"Okay!" Ayumi placed her fingers in her bag and began feeling around while Volt covered her from the attacking Jaggi. She drew out a bone husk with "Pellet lvl3" inscribed on it, and loaded it into her bowgun.

"Take this!" She screamed, and pulled the trigger, releasing multiple shrapnel shots into the air. The attack sent four Jaggis directly in front of her flying. Unfortunately, the bullets somehow bounced off some nearby tables, and both Ayumi and Volt found themselves bending down to avoid the stray fire.

"Dammit, aim properly!" Volt grunted as a stray bullet hit his helmet and slightly dented it. Then he noticed the two Great Jaggis striding towards them. "Sonovabitch."

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Black was prepared beforehand, and took out the first five Jaggis that emerged through the backdoor without much trouble. The sixth attempted to lunge itself at him with jaws agape, and found its teeth completely shattered from attempting to bite Black.

"Fools. Don't you know that you can never hope to match the armor skin of Fatalis with those pathetic fangs of yours?" He smirked and sliced the surprised Jaggi's head off, before turning around and impaling another Jaggi that decided to sneak up on him from behind.

From behind? Don't tell me they've lost already... Black surveyed the situation. Nay, they can handle themselves. That hunter has enough training.
He turned towards the backdoor once again and went through it to find himself in a narrow alleyway, surrounded by Jaggis on both side.

"Oh, crude. Perhaps I should have let Crimson handle this instead. Well, don't have much a choice here anyway." He moved his hand through his hair as an idea hit him. "Let's have a bet. If you guys can touch as much as one strand of hair on this body, I'll concede defeat and let you guys kill me. If I win, you all lose your life. How about it?" He turned with a bored expression towards the nearest Jaggi, who howled at him. The howl was imitated by the entire group of twenty odd Jaggis in the alley.

"I knew you guys won't let me down. Let the fun begin."

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"Ayumi! Aim at those Great Jaggis!"

"I-I'll try." Ayumi found her hands shaking. Watching her brother play video games and killing monsters were one thing, but to be in an actual battle against real monsters were another. She struggled to aim with her scope as the two Great Jaggis approached them.

"Tch, didn't thought I'd have to use this. Cover your eyes!" Volt reached into his bag and took out a small glass bottle with some liquid and an odd yellow insect inside it. He tossed it on the ground, shattering the glass and releasing a bright blinding light.

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"Oh." Ayumi blinked. From the looks of things, the light had sent her to the place she called her "Mind Dimension". All around her were clouds that resembled gigantic marshmallows. She jumped onto one and waited.

"Quite an apt name, I must say." White appeared beside her as she expected. It had been like this the first time they met too. White turned to her, and Ayumi found herself marveling at how beautiful White has managed to make her appearance. "You really need more confidence in yourself, girl."

"Yeah, I do, huh?" Ayumi found herself looking away as she remembered her hands quivering as she tried to take aim earlier. "Wish I wasn't scared so easily."

"Just remember, should you require assistance, don't be afraid to ask." She smiled and patted Ayumi on her head. "By the way, don't you have a battle to finish?"

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When the light cleared, Volt begun to sharpen his Switch Axe. Ayumi glanced at him with a confused look.

"Don't worry, we're in the clear for about ten seconds. Don't stare at me, start firing!" He ordered.

Ayumi nodded and took aim at the Great Jaggis, her aim now steady. Although her bullets hit them multiple times, they were not sent flying like the normal Jaggis. The bullets were embedded in their soft flesh though, and from the looks on their faces it was obvious they were in severe pain.

"Alright, screw pellet. Use crag." Volt instructed as he finished sharpening his weapon. "Level one should be enough. When I give the order, run as far away as possible from the bullet, then get down."

Ayumi rummaged through her bag and loaded her gun with the bone husk inscribed with "Crag lvl1", and shot it without hesitation at one of the Great Jaggis which had just recovered from the flashbomb. The bullet latched itself onto the nose, and began to shake a little.

"Huh? What's that supposed to-"

"RUN FOR IT!" Volt picked Ayumi up by her hand and pulled her along towards the backdoor.

The rest of the Jaggis cheered in joy at what they thought were the hunters retreating. The Great Jaggi shot with the crag raised its head to give a howl of victory-

And then the crag bullet began to vibrate at high speed, before taking the first Great Jaggi's head and the remaining Jaggis' lives in an explosion of brains, skulls, eyeballs and gore.

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Black walked slowly along the alley, his previously clean clothes now stained a bloody red. As he had anticipated, none of the Jaggis got any closer than four feet near him before they were mutilated in some fashion.

"Team, report in! Squad A, squad B, report! Where is everyone?!" The voice sounded from around the corner.

Black hurried forward as the Blade of Despair slid out from his hand once more. He swerved around the corner, and as expected, saw another Great Jaggi. Only, it was different from the others. Aside from the golden glint in its eyes, it could also speak.

"What the- how did you find me?" The Great Jaggi snarled and got into an attacking stance.

"Simple, you were speaking too loudly. Then again I guess if you didn't then you couldn't have commandeered the entire group, could you?"

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! You can understand me?!"

"Of course. You're one of the Awakened, correct? Because I am one too."

"YOU, an Awakened? Don't make me laugh, you measly hunter." The Great Jaggi let out a howl. "All units, retreat! I repeat, all units, retreat!"

"I won't bother with that if I were you. Your entire battalion is gone." Black raised his sword hand. "A piece of advice, you should really stop looking towards the sky every single time you speak. It renders your already vulnerable throat even more vulnerable."

"What do you know-"

The Awakened Great Jaggi never got any farther before Black sliced him cleanly through the throat all the way down to his tail. It let out a pathetic gurgle before it was cut into two.

"You talk way too much." The blade retracted back into Black's hand. "Awakened, hm? I wonder how many more are out there...?"

Sorry if update is slow, been using up all my creativity and time on school projects >~<

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Awakened monsters? Interesting premise indeed.

[IamEpicFailure]

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-Chapter 8 : The Awakened-

"So I heard you got a death wish," Crimson pulled MC by the hair, and threw him face down into the ground. "Calling on that brother of mine to swap with me, and just when it was lunchtime too. If you want to die that badly, just say it you little shit!"

He continued stomping on MC's head, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Hey hey, don't faint on me yet. I've got a special treat for you! Ever wondered what eyeballs taste like?" Crimson grinned, and lifted MC up by his hand.

MC screamed in pain as he felt Crimson's fingers work their way inside his left eye, then slowly begin to gouge it out. Despite his cries of pain, Crimson continued what he was doing with a sadistic smile on his face. MC's left eye finally dislodged with a little pop sound, and his blood gushed freely from the gaping hole that once used to contain his eyeball.

"Open the fuck up." Crimson sneered and forced the eyeball into MC's mouth. "Now chew."

MC was helpless and did as he was told, forcing himself to chew the slimy eyeball. It tasted absolutely revolting, and the blood that was still flowing out from the wound was making it worse. He finally swallowed after a few seconds, and immediately regretted doing so. It came back up nearly as quickly as it went down, alongside whatever it was that MC had ate for yesterday's dinner.

"Aww, you dirtied the floor. Too bad, now you have to lick it up. ALL OF IT." Crimson laughed.

This wasn't supposed to happen... MC tried crawling away from Crimson, only to receive a painful blow to his arm, which broke it. He turned around slowly to face his puke, and took one look at Crimson. His face suggested that wasn't kidding about the "licking the puke up" part. Black, what the hell are you doing?!

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"Are you alright?" Volt picked himself up and headed over to Ayumi. They had both dived out of the restaurant at the same moment the Crag bullet exploded. While Volt was fine as the Jinouga armor had absorbed the impact of flying a couple of feet, Ayumi did not have the advantage of armor, and as such had grazed herself in several places.

"Yeah. It hurts a little, but nothing I can't handle," She stumbled to her feet and looked back into the restaurant. "Did we get all of them?"

"I think so, it's been a while since I heard anything as much as a growl from inside." He walked over and checked the inside of the restaurant. Majority of the chairs were overturned, and there was a big black mark on the floor where the Crag had exploded. The remains of the Jaggis were splattered all over the walls, but already they were starting to disappear into pixels.

"Well I guess that confirms that they're all dead." Volt turned towards the management room and knocked. "Dean, you still in there?"

"Yes, and I heard something like an explosion. Is everything over yet?" A muffled voice replied.

"Kinda, but this place will need some cleaning up after this."

"How much "cleaning up" are we talking about here?" Dean was beginning to sound suspicious.

"A lot." Volt sighed.

"Alright, let me just-" Dean emerged from the door and his eyes widened instantly. "What the heck happened?!"

Ayumi watched quietly as Volt tried his best to pacify Dean. The sound of footsteps sounded to her left, and she turned to find Black looking at her. His clothes were dirty from all the blood that was spilled over him when the Jaggi approached too close.

"We have a problem. Where is that device that MC likes to play with everyday?"

"Uh, I'm not too sure either. I haven't seen Mark since Volt made his dramatic entrance into the restaurant."

"Right." He closed his eyes and concentrated, opened them a split second later, and headed over to Volt before pulling Mark out from the torso armor Volt was wearing. Ayumi and Dean both winced in disgust.

"What the?" Volt exclaimed in surprise. "I KNEW there was something odd about the weight of my armor..."

Black, however, did not seem to be in a mood for jokes.

"The one I killed. He was one of the Awakened. You know something about this, don't you?" His eyes narrowed.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. So they're here too, hm?"

"Of course they are. You let them out."

"Look, um, if you did kill an Awakened, shouldn't we hurry to its corpse before it vanishes?"

"Well, you do have a point. But I still expect an explanation after this." Black whirled around and headed towards the alley again. "Follow me."

The foursome began to head deeper in, leaving Dean behind to clean up the restaurant alone with a confused look on his face, and mumbling something about how he was going to go mad if something else happens today.

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"So, what's this about an Awakened?" Ayumi couldn't contain her curiosity any longer, and finally shot out the question.

"I guess you could say that they're something of a leader amongst the leaders of monsters. They came to be from an internal conflict amongst monsters from the second and third generation. You could easily tell them apart since only the Awakened one can talk." Black answered.

"How many of them are there? I've never encountered any talking monsters before in my previous hunts." Volt asked, his voice skeptical.

"There is only one Awakened in every species. The only way this rule could be bypassed is if the current Awakened die and someone else takes their place. This doesn't happen very often though. The only appear in front of humans very rarely. And generally, once you do see one, that's it, you're dead."

"Hang on, you said only the Awakened ones could talk, right? Does that make you one of them?" Ayumi asked, one of her eyebrows arched in the air.

"You're sharp, aren't you? Yes, not only me, but Crimson and White as well, we're all from the Awakened. In fact, I think you could say that we started this entire war of the monsters. We banished our distant cousin Alatreon from the Elder Dragons since we agreed in unison that his abilities were a complete joke. This made him extremely upset, and he started a revolt with the monsters from his land. Something about White being female and not worthy to be one of the Awakened."

"Wow, sexist. Who knew?" Ayumi muttered.

"Anyway, I don't know how he did it, but he even got monsters from our land to agree with him. Since we sided with White, both Crimson and me were considered traitors, and we were left out to die. Of course, we did drag quite a handful of hunters to their doom before we went down, but eventually all three of us were overpowered. From the unnaturally high number of hunters who attempted to hunt us, I suspect Alatreon was leaking our positions and trying to hasten our deaths. Even so, being Awakened Fatalis, our spirits do not die. After all, are we not still 'alive' now, in a sense?"

The four of them stopped moving, having arrived at the Awakened Great Jaggi's corpse. Volt went forward and prodded the lower half with his Switch Axe. Instead of fizzling away, the corpse remained there on the ground.

"Nice kill." Volt gave Black a thumbs up. "Must have been really howling a lot if you managed to cut through it from the throat though."

"Indeed. Quite a chatterbox, this one," Black turned to Mark. "Do whatever it is you're supposed to do."

Mark began to glow, and with a flash of light the Awakened Great Jaggi was gone.

"Okay, explanation time. You told us we would have a better place to live in than with that stupid blacksmith. You promised us plenty of stuff to kill. You didn't mention anything about other Awakened siding with Alatreon being here as well."

Mark sighed and floated upwards, and then came back down into Black's palm.

"Alright look, I did say those things, but I only told those amongst the Awakened Elder Dragons of Unite about this world. There is no way Alatreon's group would hear anything about this place, unless someone leaked the information out."

"You dare accuse one of us from the family of being a traitor?"

"Yes, I do. If you actually stop and think about it, how many from your so called "family" are actually dependable?"

There was an awkward pause as Black considered Mark's words.

"...I have no rebuttal for that. I guess we have not much choice but to stick to the original plan of hunting everything down. With the exception of the Elder Dragons. The three of us will judge every single one of them." He turned to Ayumi and Volt. "Sorry for causing you this much trouble. I'm sure you guys want MC back. See you guys next time."

Black closed his pitch-black eyes, and when they reopened, the pupils had returned to their original places which implied that MC was back in control. Only, he appeared to be going berserk, and was rolling around on the floor screaming incomprehensible words. After a few seconds of whimpering, MC looked around and noticed that he was back on Earth, away from the sadist inside his mind.

"Bloody hell, I'm never letting Black take over and leave me alone with Crimson again. EVER. I'm free! FREE!" MC started running around punching the air and laughing in joy.

The heck happened to him? Ayumi wondered.

Crimson happened. White replied in her mind.

"Fair enough." She muttered, and turned to head back to the restaurant. "Let's go back, guys."

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"So there monsters wandering around town now?" Dean asked after the group explained the situation to him.

"Yeah, and sorry about the restaurant, we'll come back tomorrow after school to clean it up." Ayumi replied.

"Well, if it was before I'd just laugh it off and say you all got a couple of screw loose in your heads, but after seeing those...things...I guess I don't have much of a choice but to believe you guys, huh?"

"If it's not too much of a bother, could you help us out with the hunting? I figured you'd know people around town, and they'll probably tell you if they saw weird things, like monsters for example."

"Not a problem, I guess. I have good connections with people after all. I'll tell you guys if I hear anything interesting."

"Well then, now that that's solved, what's for dinner?" MC sauntered in from outside. "I'm suddenly feeling very hungry. Maybe it's because we had nothing to eat all day and I just vomited whatever was left inside of me after that torture session by Crimson."

"Okay then," Dean laughed jovially, "I guess this one's on the house for saving it from those dinosaur things." He headed off towards the kitchen.

"Torture session?" Ayumi said as MC sat down beside her and Volt.

"Yeah, didn't I mention it earlier? Doesn't matter anyway, I didn't feel anything after Crimson tore my brain out of my skull and littered big fat maggots from nowhere onto my body."

Ayumi made a face.

"I think I just lost my appetite..."

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Several hours later, the team of three sat down in the living room of MC and Ayumi's house. Night had fallen, and outside the house it was quiet, with not even a cicada chirping. Inside the house, it was quiet as well, as MC took in the information about the Awakened. Mark had went to "sleep" earlier than the other three, although no one really knows if he ever does needs sleep.

"So Alatreon's kinda like the Big Bad behind this entire thing?"

"I guess so."

"Well, if that's true, and if even one monster siding with Alatreon had seen what Black had done to those Jaggis, won't they know that the Awakened Fatalis trio are still alive? What's stopping them from attacking us anytime?" MC worriedly asked.

"You know, that's a good question," Volt replied, "But hell, they'll take some time to prepare right? All we have to do is cut them down with our weapons while they're doing that."

"True, but still, I've got an ominous feeling about this," MC stood up. "Well, I guess it won't help for us to worry so much. I'm going off to-"

A sharp ringing sliced through the air, and Ayumi went over and picked up the phone. She muttered a few "yes"es and then an expression of shock quickly appeared on her face as she stared at the Volt and MC. She tossed the phone over the MC and ran straight into her room, slamming the door shut.

MC cautiously placed the phone to his ear.

"Uh, hello?"

"Oh, you must be their son." The voice on the other end had an odd accent. "As I was saying, I'm calling from the hospital. Your parents were apparently involved in an accident of some sort. They're currently in a comatose state. Hello? Is anyone there?"

MC looked from Volt to Ayumi's room. He had to stay calm. He can't feel fear. He can't. Because if he does, Black will take over again, leaving him and Crimson alone. He had done a considerable job so far trying to stay happy and relaxed so that he couldn't feel fear which will lead to despair, and rage, but the call was beginning to trigger the former.

Hehehe. You can't escape me forever you know, Crimson taunted him in his head. Soon, we'll meet each other again. And when that happens...

"...Shit."

This post has been edited by IamEpicFailure: 07 June 2011 - 12:46 PM

[IamEpicFailure]

Lol, this turned out longer than I expected.
Longest chapter yet? O.O

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-Chapter 9 : The day still hasn't ended?! VS ..?-

Oh look, you're sleeping. I wonder how you can still that when this is going to happen?

A guillotine dropped from the sky, beheading MC before he could respond.

Ahahaha! Fun, fun, FUN!

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MC's eyes flew open instantly. Where was he again? The white walls and continuous beeping of the life support machine reminded him of the cruel reality. He stared at the two patients lying on the bed. Ayumi was fast asleep beside the bed their mother was lying in. Her face still held that angry expression that she wore after emerging from her room.

No doubt she thought it was his fault for this whole accident. And perhaps she was right. The police and doctors were definitely hiding something from them, seeing as they clammed up the moment they asked about how the accident happened. From what little he managed to learn from an officer who let some information slip, their parents were on their way home after their trip, and somehow their car had been crushed flat.

It doesn't make any sense, if the car was crushed flat, how did they manage to get out alive without being crushed too? He got up and sat down on the chair near the window, observing the moon's rays slowly shining down upon him.

Why the shit are you thinking so much? Hurry up and start getting angry or something! Oh wait, you can't! How pathetic, you can't even feel any emotions over what happened to them, or you'll risk meeting me again, right? Ahahaha!

And as if the trauma from his parent's conditions weren't enough, Crimson's annoying voice was constantly in his head, taunting him. Crimson wasn't wrong though, he had spent the past few hours with a blank state of mind, even while they were explaining the situation to him and Ayumi. Volt had tried to comfort the both of them, but MC merely shrugged him off, and Ayumi just gave him a cold glare.

So how was that nightmare just now? You realize that I can make you relive that nightmare of you dying every night right? This is so damn fun~

Shut up.

MC stood up. He hasn't drunk much water the entire day, and now his throat was positively parched. As he neared the door, Volt opened it from the other side.

"Hey, there you are. You sure you okay?" Volt asked, the concern in his voice obvious. After all, hunters often lose people they know and love to monsters on a daily basis, so Volt could understand what MC was going through. Of course, the difference here was that getting caught by a monster would give you near zero chance of survival, and MC's parents had something Yukumo Village did not : technology.

"Why are you here?" MC was in no mood to answer Volt's question.

"Wha-? Gimme a break, I came here after you guys left me all alone in your haste to arrive here at this hospital place. Of course, I did have a good guide," He produced Mark from the bag that he always carried around. "I was worried you guys would bump into monsters or something on the way here."

"Right, sorry. Didn't notice." MC tried to push his way through Volt.

"You really shouldn't keep your feelings all clammed up inside. It's not good for your mental health."

"Trust me, I don't want this either. This is the closest I can get to feeling anything negative."

"Haha, ain't that the truth.

I said shut up.

Volt stepped aside, and MC went through the door, before turning back to Volt.

"I really don't think you should be near Ayumi now. I get the feeling she thinks it's my fault this whole thing happened. And since you're basically another creation of Mark, who summoned the monsters in the first place, she might blame you as well."

"Wait, you think monsters did this to your parents?"

MC shrugged, and went down the corridor to the venting machine.

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Despite MC's advice, Volt decided to enter the ward, and looked at the condition of the two patients inside.

I might be able to tell what monster did this to them if I have a look at their wounds. He went beside them, and blinked. Both of them were bound in so much bandages and cast that it looked like some kind of lame comedy. What kind of monstrosity would do this much damage?

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MC looked at the choices of drinks in front of him. None of them looked particularly appealing in his current mindset, but it wasn't like he cared. His finger stopped halfway through pressing the button as a warm breeze blew slowly around the corridor. His hair was beginning to stand on their ends. He looked to where the breeze came from. There was no window from which the breeze could have come from. And yet he had this awkward feeling that he had felt this sensation before.

No, you have not felt this before. You're getting this memory from me. Sister dear hit me with lightning too many times for me to forget it, Crimson sounded quite serious for once. And then his voice returned to the usual sadistic tone. Although this voltage is too low for it to be her. I think it's coming from that way.

MC found his body moving of its own accord down the corridor.

What the hell, I didn't feel any emotions, how did you manage to-

There is rage in the air. You might not see it, but I can taste it, and it's nourishing me enough for a body hijack. Crimson replied quickly.

MC turned the corner, approaching the exit at a dramatic speed. The receptionist gave a puzzled look at him as he went past, but otherwise did not attempt to stop him.

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"Woah, static? Here?" Volt shook his head in confusion as his Jinouga armor began to glow softly. He had slain too many Jinougas to create this armor, and the memory of the static they created when they charged was imprinted in his mind. The glow began to get brighter, and the silver Jinouga hair begun to stand up. "The hell? This much static?"

Ayumi found herself waking up after the glow hit her.

"What are you doing?" She rubbed her eyes.

"Something's out there." Volt replied, heading to the window. Surprisingly, there was the silhouette of something moving about on the field, although the moonlight did not reveal what. From the size, it definitely wasn't human though.

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MC found himself turning left, heading for the open field behind the hospital. The spikes from the Fist of Wrath begun to appear, and Crimson seemed to be taking more of his body over by the second.

This suspense is killing me! Who is it that is emitting such rage? Crimson's voice inside MC's mind was beginning to get louder. On the other hand, MC found his vision beginning to fade as Crimson hijacked his body.

When they finally arrived at the field, MC tried to take one last look at what was powerful enough to give Crimson the power to take over his body. The black shadow standing some twenty meters away sniggered, and then Crimson took complete control.

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"So you've finally arrived. I was getting tired of waiting." The figure moved forward, revealing a muscular torso, equally muscular arms and two grayish horns, accompanied by two red eyes and a body full of black fur.

"You look awfully familiar. What was the name for your species again...ah shit, I can't remember. Remind me again?"

"So it's true, then? The Awakened Fatalis Trio really had gone ahead and gotten themselves a bunch of weak humans to be their vessels. But then, what else could I have expected from a bunch of weaklings who had gotten themselves slain by said humans?"

"Your name, motherfucker, what is it?" Crimson clenched both of his fists.

"It's really sad to see our previous leaders were reduced to this state. I guess I don't have much of a choice but to support that Alatreon dragon thing. At least I can be sure they don't rely on humans." The monster clenched its right fist as well.

"Fine, ignore my question. Let the fists do the talking, eh?" Crimson leaped forward and wound back his left arm, as the monster in front did the same with its right.

As both fists made contact with each other, the impact sent a small shock wave rippling along the floor, causing the grass to shake violently. Neither party was willing to move back, resulting in a stalemate.

"You're...on par with my strength?" Crimson sounded surprised. Not many monsters could resist an attack from him, and even lesser could unleash their own attack to cancel out his. His memory slowly placed the monster's name. "Che. Why are you here, Rajang?"

"Is it not obvious enough? I came to inform you of my alignment change. At the very least I had enough loyalty to come and say it in front of your face."

"You would dare to commit treason on us?"

"Don't make it sound so bad, I only just made this decision after affirming that the rumors were true."

"Rumors?"

"A single flying Vespoid spotted you during the Jaggi battle. The news soon spread like wildfire, and by now nearly every monster from Unite had is in an uproar."

"Even the Elder Dragons?" Crimson's eyes narrowed. He had watched the entire battle during the Jaggi attack through Black's eyes while he was torturing MC, and he had not spotted anything suspicious. Looking back, he had noticed a flutter of wings, but assumed that it was merely a bird of some sort.

"That would be for you to find out," The Rajang hopped backwards and turned his back to Crimson. "I'll take my leave now."

"Yeah, like hell that's happening after everything you said, you little shit!" Crimson thrust his right fist towards the Rajang, embedding the spikes from the Fist of Wrath into the Rajang's skin. "It's a pity one of us ain't leaving this field alive."

"You think?" The Rajang sneered and twitched a little as a shining golden aura enveloped its body, sending Crimson flying back. Before Crimson could recover, the Rajang jumped and pummeled him with a quick one-two punch, smashing him into the floor. It then picked up Crimson by the head with its hand.

"You're the crimson one, correct? Perhaps it has been far too long since you last used your powers, but this is beyond pathetic. Aren't you supposed to be the embodiment of rage? How is your pure rage unable to overcome my controlled rage?" The Rajang snickered.

Crimson let out a snarl and punched the fist holding him, causing the Rajang to drop him. He let out another punch aimed at the face of the Rajang, who swiftly dodged it by hopping back, and then countering with a headbutt.

As Crimson got the wind knocked out of him by the previous attack, the Rajang jumped behind him, brought both of its fists together, and sent them down straight into Crimson's face. The impact made a distinct 'boom' sound, and dust flew all around the two brawlers.

"I guess with that it's over." The Rajang moved towards the darkness once more. "That wasn't even close to a challenge."

The dust cleared itself and revealed Crimson still standing, although his legs were wobbly.

"This..." he struggled to get his words out. "This fight is nowhere near over."

The Rajang gave an impressed stare at Crimson.

"Still standing? I guess you can't say you're the embodiment of rage if you died that easily, huh?" He moved back to Crimson, and lowered his face to be level with him. "You still got the spirit, at least. But you'll need more than fighting spirit if you hope to defeat me."

He lifted up Crimson by the head again;this time the latter didn't resist.

"I guess for surviving my attacks, I'll tell you something in return. As far as I know, the traitor who attacked your vessels' parents left a gigantic footprint the size of a small house around the spot where the attack took place. The Vespoid said it looked like a mountain moving. Go figure." He flung Crimson towards the window from which Ayumi and Volt were watching in awe, stunned by the sight of the almighty Crimson Fatalis getting owned badly. "We'll meet again. Next time, don't expect to survive."

Having said that, the Rajang tensed its legs, and jumped up into the darkness of the moon. The golden aura gradually faded away into nothingness, leaving behind Crimson with his ego seriously bruised.

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That bastard. I'll kill him. Should have gone full power from the start. Fucking shit. Crimson's nonstop swearing was beginning to irritate MC. He checked the hospital clock. Visiting hours were nearly over, and already the nurses were beginning to ask them to go out. Although the attack of the Rajang earlier would have killed any normal unarmed human, as Crimson was in control during the attack, MC now suffered nothing more than a few bruises. Crimson, of course, suffered more than that. To him, what the Rajang did was the equivalent of rubbing shit in his face after being killed.

Listen up you shit, I wanna make a deal. Crimson sounded solemn now.

Go on. MC perked up, interested.

I'm probably gonna regret this, Crimson sighed, In return for me not abusing my powers when I'm in control, and not torturing you in your mind, I want you to make sure you let me hunt the fag down. He owes me that much.

MC couldn't believe what he was hearing. He could finally feel emotions properly again? Perhaps there was a God after all.

That guy didn't not make sense after all. We have to train up and get better, this body needs some serious adjustment. The next time we clash again, I'll make sure victory is claimed by me. After all, in a way, I did hold back...

Deal. I'd be a fool not to accept, hm?

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"So I guess we're headed back home now?" Volt inquired as the three of them left the hospital.

"Yeah. Hey, why you didn't help Crimson earlier?"

"Tch, are you kidding me? You could literally sense the power gap between us. Only someone as arrogant as Crimson would try to take him on."

I heard that, Crimson growled.

"Heh, nice to know. You know what else is nicer? I figured out who did this to our parents."

Ayumi's eyes lit up.

"What? Who?"

"Lao Shan Lung," MC narrowed his eyes in anger.

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"You blundering fool!" A geyser exploded near the enormous Mountain Elder Dragon, who trembled in fear.

"Aieeeee! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! The area was too dark, I swear, I couldn't see anything! I even stomped on the damn thing twice!"

"I won't accept anymore failures. Do it properly, or you'll regret being born into this world. You're dismissed." Alatreon answered coldly.

"Ok boss, I won't fail you again! I swear on my life." The Awakened Lao Shan slowly backed off.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Alatreon shook his head. Because of one tiny mistake by the Lao Shan, now the vessels containing the Fatalis Trio will seek him out for revenge. He clicked his tongue. "What am I even worrying for? They can't take the fight to me, not with just the three of them."

He smiled. The odds were hugely against the trio after all, what with both Unite and his army seeking them out.

"Be warned, cousins, your days are numbered."