Act 2: Rise
Chapter 4: Judgement
-Do you want to dig deep, do you want to dive beneath the surface?-
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Alpha sprung through the roaring wormhole first, the filth of the industrial complex still on his loafers. Never looking back, he wandered out onto the green grass of God's waiting room. A perfect example of quiet, unmoving contemplation, with a quiet and contemplating being in its centre. He breathed deep, letting the gentle breeze fill his lungs as he looked out over the tranquility. "I have to admit, heaven would have to be something pretty classy to top this" He said, removing his glasses. "Pity, I feel a bit like Pandora"
And then the way he had opened, his Pandoras box, let Evil into the world. The difference between Alpha and Pandora, however, was that Alpha knew exactly what he had dragged into this faultless prison. The dark engine of profanity burst through the portal, rolling onto his feet as he exited. Alpha's blissful expression faltered slightly, there was just something about a six foot soup-can scraping loam off his ass that ruined the atmosphere of the place. It was like dragging a Klansman into a mosque, the two just seemed impossibly opposed, it almost hurt the eyes.
Alpha gestured at the Knight "Come and See" he said, beckoning towards Evil, and he turned to gesture at the wide plateu and it's splendour. "Here, the best of heaven and hell meet to create a place condusive the human mind and it's self-discovery. A paradise, but a prison, both punishment and pampering for those unsure of their fate: which is you"
Evil scraped the filth off his hands and looked around appraisingly. He turned, slowly, to look all around himself. What could be seen of the darkness inside his head seemed to be searching for something, and when he had finally turned the whole way around, he began to traipse down the side of the hill, his feet ruining the pristine grass beneath his heavy tread. Alpha watched, confused, as his companion marched off towards a distant wooded pond. "May I ask we're you're going?" He demanded, pulling his hands from his pockets and jogging down the slope.
"To get a drink" Said Evil, striding towards the copse of trees.
Alpha stopped dead, an eyebrow raised. It suddenly occured to him that he had no idea how Evil went to the toilet... and that he did not want to find out. The Terrorclad couldn't take off his armor, it was practically his skin! Unless... Alpha glanced at the rigid ass of Evil as it strode away from him, there was no visible sign of a failsafe. Perhaps he was joking and being unhelpful, it certainly fit his personality at times. No, that wasn't it, there was nothing he did without a cause, there wasn't such a thing as waste where he was concerned. Ugh, terrible pun.
He pulled out his glasses again and slipped them on (one day he was going to go an hour without needing to touch the things) and took off after the six-foot laxative mascot. Perhaps he would ask when the black bastard was in a better mood...
There was no air, that was what Alpha remembered, as he and Evil reached the pool, and the silent sociopath walked right into and under the water. There was no air from within his armor, no cascade of bubbles as it seeped through the cracks, no air as he exhaled. Not that Alpha expected any breathing from the bastard; he had managed to get his face within inches of that mask back in the living realm. And while the Terrorclad had thought he was trying to intimidate him, he had felt no breath from within the visor.
Now he hung in the water, spread out, kicking lazily to stay off the bottom in the centre of the pond. The water was crystal clear, and while he could see exactly what was happening, Alpha still had a profound and important question running rings inside his mind: What the fuck was the idiot doing?
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Dear sweet me was I filthy. I could hear the bits of grit between my plates just grinding away. It was like a constant, grating nagging every time I moved, it was like having Alfie in my fucking head. Oil stains, grease marks, paint and rust scraped from when I was wedged up between iron walls, all fall away into the water. They might call me a dirty bastard but they'll never be able to call me a filthy son of a *****. There's more blood caked in between the skin on my knuckles than there could have been in the bits of the people i was hitting. The water just washes it all away... It's cool, cold enough for me to feel it through the embrace of my body, and clear enough for me to see Alfonse up on the edge staring down at me. Pervert, i'm going to stand in the shower while he's trying to scrub himself, see how he likes it.
But even I can't go without air indefinately, refreshingly banal as swimming here might be. So as quick as the slowing liquid will let me, I walk out of the pond and shake like a dog to spray Alladin with as much water as I can muster off myself. Now, I think, i'm ready to meet the kids at the playground. "I'm off to try and get an eyeful of these blasphemers" I call to him, and my eyes turn south as my mind turns dark again.
Who do they think they are? The very fact that they aspire to be god proves they should never be granted the chance, not because of their lust for power but because of their blindness. If they are fools enough to see this world and wish to rule it, then they have no fucking right to breed let alone rule the place. What are the duties of the worlds tormentor, what are his debts? They don't ask questions, they don't care, but they think they might be the man to rule the universe... Disgusting. Justice and love might both be blind but I've yet to see any good come from either of them, being blind just means to smack your face into things, Whahahaha. I'm that thing.
This, this system is the problem. The source is corrupted, the highest power polluted, and until it's clean the entire heirarchy is doomed. I used to work for someone, before I died, his name was... was... something. How did I forget that? He used to say 'Shit runs downhill', as he made me pick up the shit from the bottom. Something happened to him, I think. Well, this is the top of the hill, and these people want to sit themselves, knowing what they are, on top of it. Knowing, complicit, guilty... monsters. I wonde- Jed! That was his name!
You have to laugh, you really have to laugh.
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The pair climbed another hill, Evil slowed by his heavy frame and Alpha by the fact that he had never been good at hills. But soon enough they stared from the top of the rise at the tiny shapes milling in the distance. "Going to go meet them?" Alpha asked, blinking in the sunlight as it appeared from behind a cloud. Evil ignored him, he had moved past anger at the sight of the pretenders, and was now once again suspended in the cool calm waters.
He ignored Alpha's question, giving one of his own; "Where do you find them?" He said camly, sitting down, resting on his arms as he reclined. At Alpha's look of incomprehension he waved a hand lazily at the people in the distance "Them, i mean, the people supposed to be worthy of godhood. Where do you dredge them from?" Evil asked as he motioned for Aplha to sit, it the first sign of concern for his comfort since they had met.
"Me?" Alpha replied as he lowered himself "I don't, I have no idea why they were picked or by who they were picked. I suppose it's to do wi- *Urk*"
Finger like speartips gripped his throat as Evil pinned him to the ground. The layers of jokes and curiotisty pulled aside in favor of fury. Eyes that Alpha couldn't see stabbed into his own more intensely than the fingers at his throat, and the Knightmare hissed his next question with glacial purpose, slow and unstoppable. "And why did you pick me?" came the words, straight into Alphas face "Do you think i'm so fucking far gone to see that you never do anything for a love of your fellow... whatever!?"
Alpha clawed at the grip around his throat, trying to draw air that wouldn't come. Evil kept staring into his eyes, leaning ever closer as his voice only deepened "I won't let a god rise, and that includes you. Don't give me whatever excuse you've cooked up in advance, I don't care why you wanted me". Alpha was released, and he gasped for breath as Evil began to leave "But here, it seems, I can touch you. And when you betray me, i'll cut you down like the squealing dog you are."
He was gone, heading back towards his grove by the pond, when Alpha stopped breathing again. He sat up, the bruises vanishing from his neck as fast as the grin appeared on his face. The unharmed enigma pulled out his glasses, flicking them open as he went to follow Evil. "Wanna bet?"
Chapter 4: Judgement
-Do you want to dig deep, do you want to dive beneath the surface?-
-----
Alpha sprung through the roaring wormhole first, the filth of the industrial complex still on his loafers. Never looking back, he wandered out onto the green grass of God's waiting room. A perfect example of quiet, unmoving contemplation, with a quiet and contemplating being in its centre. He breathed deep, letting the gentle breeze fill his lungs as he looked out over the tranquility. "I have to admit, heaven would have to be something pretty classy to top this" He said, removing his glasses. "Pity, I feel a bit like Pandora"
And then the way he had opened, his Pandoras box, let Evil into the world. The difference between Alpha and Pandora, however, was that Alpha knew exactly what he had dragged into this faultless prison. The dark engine of profanity burst through the portal, rolling onto his feet as he exited. Alpha's blissful expression faltered slightly, there was just something about a six foot soup-can scraping loam off his ass that ruined the atmosphere of the place. It was like dragging a Klansman into a mosque, the two just seemed impossibly opposed, it almost hurt the eyes.
Alpha gestured at the Knight "Come and See" he said, beckoning towards Evil, and he turned to gesture at the wide plateu and it's splendour. "Here, the best of heaven and hell meet to create a place condusive the human mind and it's self-discovery. A paradise, but a prison, both punishment and pampering for those unsure of their fate: which is you"
Evil scraped the filth off his hands and looked around appraisingly. He turned, slowly, to look all around himself. What could be seen of the darkness inside his head seemed to be searching for something, and when he had finally turned the whole way around, he began to traipse down the side of the hill, his feet ruining the pristine grass beneath his heavy tread. Alpha watched, confused, as his companion marched off towards a distant wooded pond. "May I ask we're you're going?" He demanded, pulling his hands from his pockets and jogging down the slope.
"To get a drink" Said Evil, striding towards the copse of trees.
Alpha stopped dead, an eyebrow raised. It suddenly occured to him that he had no idea how Evil went to the toilet... and that he did not want to find out. The Terrorclad couldn't take off his armor, it was practically his skin! Unless... Alpha glanced at the rigid ass of Evil as it strode away from him, there was no visible sign of a failsafe. Perhaps he was joking and being unhelpful, it certainly fit his personality at times. No, that wasn't it, there was nothing he did without a cause, there wasn't such a thing as waste where he was concerned. Ugh, terrible pun.
He pulled out his glasses again and slipped them on (one day he was going to go an hour without needing to touch the things) and took off after the six-foot laxative mascot. Perhaps he would ask when the black bastard was in a better mood...
There was no air, that was what Alpha remembered, as he and Evil reached the pool, and the silent sociopath walked right into and under the water. There was no air from within his armor, no cascade of bubbles as it seeped through the cracks, no air as he exhaled. Not that Alpha expected any breathing from the bastard; he had managed to get his face within inches of that mask back in the living realm. And while the Terrorclad had thought he was trying to intimidate him, he had felt no breath from within the visor.
Now he hung in the water, spread out, kicking lazily to stay off the bottom in the centre of the pond. The water was crystal clear, and while he could see exactly what was happening, Alpha still had a profound and important question running rings inside his mind: What the fuck was the idiot doing?
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Dear sweet me was I filthy. I could hear the bits of grit between my plates just grinding away. It was like a constant, grating nagging every time I moved, it was like having Alfie in my fucking head. Oil stains, grease marks, paint and rust scraped from when I was wedged up between iron walls, all fall away into the water. They might call me a dirty bastard but they'll never be able to call me a filthy son of a *****. There's more blood caked in between the skin on my knuckles than there could have been in the bits of the people i was hitting. The water just washes it all away... It's cool, cold enough for me to feel it through the embrace of my body, and clear enough for me to see Alfonse up on the edge staring down at me. Pervert, i'm going to stand in the shower while he's trying to scrub himself, see how he likes it.
But even I can't go without air indefinately, refreshingly banal as swimming here might be. So as quick as the slowing liquid will let me, I walk out of the pond and shake like a dog to spray Alladin with as much water as I can muster off myself. Now, I think, i'm ready to meet the kids at the playground. "I'm off to try and get an eyeful of these blasphemers" I call to him, and my eyes turn south as my mind turns dark again.
Who do they think they are? The very fact that they aspire to be god proves they should never be granted the chance, not because of their lust for power but because of their blindness. If they are fools enough to see this world and wish to rule it, then they have no fucking right to breed let alone rule the place. What are the duties of the worlds tormentor, what are his debts? They don't ask questions, they don't care, but they think they might be the man to rule the universe... Disgusting. Justice and love might both be blind but I've yet to see any good come from either of them, being blind just means to smack your face into things, Whahahaha. I'm that thing.
This, this system is the problem. The source is corrupted, the highest power polluted, and until it's clean the entire heirarchy is doomed. I used to work for someone, before I died, his name was... was... something. How did I forget that? He used to say 'Shit runs downhill', as he made me pick up the shit from the bottom. Something happened to him, I think. Well, this is the top of the hill, and these people want to sit themselves, knowing what they are, on top of it. Knowing, complicit, guilty... monsters. I wonde- Jed! That was his name!
You have to laugh, you really have to laugh.
-----
The pair climbed another hill, Evil slowed by his heavy frame and Alpha by the fact that he had never been good at hills. But soon enough they stared from the top of the rise at the tiny shapes milling in the distance. "Going to go meet them?" Alpha asked, blinking in the sunlight as it appeared from behind a cloud. Evil ignored him, he had moved past anger at the sight of the pretenders, and was now once again suspended in the cool calm waters.
He ignored Alpha's question, giving one of his own; "Where do you find them?" He said camly, sitting down, resting on his arms as he reclined. At Alpha's look of incomprehension he waved a hand lazily at the people in the distance "Them, i mean, the people supposed to be worthy of godhood. Where do you dredge them from?" Evil asked as he motioned for Aplha to sit, it the first sign of concern for his comfort since they had met.
"Me?" Alpha replied as he lowered himself "I don't, I have no idea why they were picked or by who they were picked. I suppose it's to do wi- *Urk*"
Finger like speartips gripped his throat as Evil pinned him to the ground. The layers of jokes and curiotisty pulled aside in favor of fury. Eyes that Alpha couldn't see stabbed into his own more intensely than the fingers at his throat, and the Knightmare hissed his next question with glacial purpose, slow and unstoppable. "And why did you pick me?" came the words, straight into Alphas face "Do you think i'm so fucking far gone to see that you never do anything for a love of your fellow... whatever!?"
Alpha clawed at the grip around his throat, trying to draw air that wouldn't come. Evil kept staring into his eyes, leaning ever closer as his voice only deepened "I won't let a god rise, and that includes you. Don't give me whatever excuse you've cooked up in advance, I don't care why you wanted me". Alpha was released, and he gasped for breath as Evil began to leave "But here, it seems, I can touch you. And when you betray me, i'll cut you down like the squealing dog you are."
He was gone, heading back towards his grove by the pond, when Alpha stopped breathing again. He sat up, the bruises vanishing from his neck as fast as the grin appeared on his face. The unharmed enigma pulled out his glasses, flicking them open as he went to follow Evil. "Wanna bet?"
A post writtn on impulse and then edited on the fly. I may yet delete and scratch it from the record, so don't become attatched
