2010-03-06, 04:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 2010-03-06, 04:29 PM by Smooth Criminal.)
I'm raging so hard right now. I was just about to finish, and then the browser crashed. Rewrote it again now. I have to say, the original post was written way better.
Also, guys- you can go on ahead in the story. Right now, Michael Jackson's ready to make his entrance back into the story; but I'm going to fill in the time that's elapsed so far.
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The woman took a leap backwards, and Michael ran towards her. "Bad move, Mr. Man in the Mirror," Speed Demon reprimanded. Speed Demon was right: Michael had ran into just where she wanted him. She had intended to lure Michael into running towards her to lower his guard, and then strike a perfect clean hit with a simple lunge forward. "Check," said the woman as her mouth turned sharp and jagged into a smirk.
As her feet touched down on the ground, it was as if time began to move slowly. Her feet began to sink into the weight of the floor, and then her feet began to push off the ground. Her feet were in the process of kicking off the ground as she extended her arm forward with a crazed look on her face. But to Michael, the events unfolded in slow moving frames. This was going to be a cinch.
The only thing standing between him and landing a hit as well as being able to dodge the attack was her arm. A simple push to the arm did the trick. With that, her attack had been disengaged while she was in the process of trying to strike; leaving her disoriented. Perfect. She wouldn't be able to recover into an offensive stance in time while she was propelled forward as well as granting him a few millisecond window to strike. Exactly what Michael needed to win the battle. Her eyes grew large and grew paralyzed in horror, and with that, Michael knew he was going to win. He let out a big grin, but not his usual grin. His grin was smug and twisted rather than comforting and teethy.
As she came thrusting forward, time seemed to stop with the woman suspended in her leap. Michael calculated where would be the perfect target. The legs? No, she could easily shift her arm position to crash her elbows on him, and the opportunity to strike would be lost as she'd gain stance back shortly after. The arms? A difficult target. The stomach? Possible, but then she might let out a loud sound and blow me cover. Michael would have to think fast. Suddenly, time resumed once more. Michael, thinking on the spur of the moment, extended his palm forward on to her face, and grabbed it tightly. Currents of purple lightning circulated throughout her body as she let out muffled cries of pain. The sparks seemed to almost dance across her body as it began to burn her clothes and skin slightly. The sparks had reached her mechanical hands, and an explosion ensued; with smoke and sparks flying everywhere from them as she began to collapse.
Suddenly, her sleek legs hooked around Michael's center of gravity. A miscalculation on his part. As she fell down, she picked up Michael with her legs and launched him headfirst into the ground at the same time she hit the floor. Michael's face begin to drip blood.
Michael and the woman both picked themselves up. Michael wielded Liberian Girl and wore Speed Demon as a pair of goggles. The woman then tossed her knife to the side. Suddenly, a scythe blade extended out of both of her arms.
"HAHAHAHA- I LIKE YOU. Come to my house and fuck my sister," she teased in a deranged tone. Her eyes then looked at him in a disgusted manner as she stuck her tongue out and licked around her lower lip. ""I'll kill you, cut you up, and cum in your formaldehyde," she said as she darted straight for him with her scythe-turned arms.
Michael began to shoot bullets at her, but it was no use. She would deflect them one by one with her scythe. "Switch to warp ammo," barked Michael in a fierce voice. Michael began to shoot bullets that were now imbued with a blue and purple light surrounding them. "It's no use," taunted the woman. Suddenly, she noticed looked to her arms and noticed that her scythe was being shredded apart from the inside. Michael then leaped forward and headbutted her to knock her down. He then held the trigger towards her face. Checkmate.
Suddenly, the seemingly fearless woman began to tremble. Her eyes shut and she held herself. She began whispering rapidly and gradually grew louder and louder until it was no longer a whisper, but terrified cries pleading for her life. Suddenly, she felt a hand cover her mouth. It seemed so strong, and yet so warm and tender.
"Open your eeeyes, I see, your eyes are open. Wear no disguise for me, come into the open. When it's cold outside, am I here in vain? Hold on to the night, there will be no shame."
Her eyes began to open slowly as she saw the intruder was holding on to her, and as she looked up, she saw his face grinning a wide, teethy grin that seemed loving and comforting. She then embraced Michael. He then looked at the part of her arm visible from her tattered clothes and saw a tattoo.
"I suppose you must be a prototype of some sort, right "PX-1"?"
"How'd you know?"
"A hunch. I could only guess from what I've seen so far in this laboratory and the tattoo on your arm."
"Is that so?"
"Tell me: why do you do what you do?"
"Because the men in white and "Mommy" told me so. I was told to serve as a sentinel of the laboratory two years ago, and that's all I know."
"Who's "Mommy"?"
"Until that one day, the world was entirely pitch black to me. I only heard blurred sounds of voices, bubbles rising, and the buzz of the electricity keeping the machine running; but somehow, I knew one of them was "Mommy". I never did learn who "Mommy" was."
"Have you been outside of this laboratory at all?"
"Yes. I'm proud to say that I'm one of the lucky ones among my brethren as one of the few who gets to see what it's like outside of the laboratory. Most don't leave their pods at all. I was the one who transcended being a dumb, snarling beast to develop a conscience and intelligence; something only few of my brethren have achieved. They gave me another role to play: teacher. All I have to do is teach. I do not know why they chose a prototype laboratory born demon as a teacher, but I suppose it is meant to give a proxy to see what's going on directly above this laboratory and hence why I was given the inside role of teacher. The school is the only thing I know of what lies above the laboratory."
"Let's elope together, babe. I want to be the one to show you the world."
"Huh? You said elope with me?" The woman's face turned red as her mouth seemed to be in shock as if unsure of what she heard.
"That's right. Would you like to live with me and join me? You'd be an excellent help. Someone as beautiful as you are shouldn't live in a place like this." Michael let out a chuckle. "Kidding."
"I really do want to show you what lies above here. I would like to show you the hills, the fresh air, the ocean waters, the beaches, the sakura trees, and all of the scenery that there is to show. The world is a beautiful place, and I want you to see it." This wasn't a lie. Michael loved the world, but man's ugliness is what tainted it; but there is still some beauty to be found in the world.
"I'll come. Do you have a name?"
"Right now, call me the Man in the Mirror. It's not safe for me to reveal my name until we get out of the laboratory."
"I don't have a name. They men in white call me "PX-1" and named me "Ms. Reddie" for my name for when I work in the school upstairs; but neither feels right."
"How about Sawako?"
"That's a gorgeous name. I really like it, I do. Sawako, it is then." Michael extended his hand out. Sawako smiled as she shook it. "You've got a really nice smile, you know that?" said Michael. "N-n-no," stuttered Sawako as she blushed. "I guess she isn't used to being praised," thought Michael.
"We've still got to get to the bottom of this, and I think you want to learn about yourself too, Sawako. Before we escape, we're going to go further in to see what we can learn." said Michael. "Agreed. Let's continue on," said Liberian Girl.
Michael and Sawako walked down the stairs to learn more about the secrets behind herself and the laboratory.
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Man, the fight reminds me of the Sherlock Holmes movie at times. Sawako's rank is probably a B- or B, not sure yet. The real reason behind Sawako's hands hasn't been revealed yet either. Stay tuned for the next edition of the Adventures of Michael Jackson the Cyber Slayer!
Also, guys- you can go on ahead in the story. Right now, Michael Jackson's ready to make his entrance back into the story; but I'm going to fill in the time that's elapsed so far.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The woman took a leap backwards, and Michael ran towards her. "Bad move, Mr. Man in the Mirror," Speed Demon reprimanded. Speed Demon was right: Michael had ran into just where she wanted him. She had intended to lure Michael into running towards her to lower his guard, and then strike a perfect clean hit with a simple lunge forward. "Check," said the woman as her mouth turned sharp and jagged into a smirk.
As her feet touched down on the ground, it was as if time began to move slowly. Her feet began to sink into the weight of the floor, and then her feet began to push off the ground. Her feet were in the process of kicking off the ground as she extended her arm forward with a crazed look on her face. But to Michael, the events unfolded in slow moving frames. This was going to be a cinch.
The only thing standing between him and landing a hit as well as being able to dodge the attack was her arm. A simple push to the arm did the trick. With that, her attack had been disengaged while she was in the process of trying to strike; leaving her disoriented. Perfect. She wouldn't be able to recover into an offensive stance in time while she was propelled forward as well as granting him a few millisecond window to strike. Exactly what Michael needed to win the battle. Her eyes grew large and grew paralyzed in horror, and with that, Michael knew he was going to win. He let out a big grin, but not his usual grin. His grin was smug and twisted rather than comforting and teethy.
As she came thrusting forward, time seemed to stop with the woman suspended in her leap. Michael calculated where would be the perfect target. The legs? No, she could easily shift her arm position to crash her elbows on him, and the opportunity to strike would be lost as she'd gain stance back shortly after. The arms? A difficult target. The stomach? Possible, but then she might let out a loud sound and blow me cover. Michael would have to think fast. Suddenly, time resumed once more. Michael, thinking on the spur of the moment, extended his palm forward on to her face, and grabbed it tightly. Currents of purple lightning circulated throughout her body as she let out muffled cries of pain. The sparks seemed to almost dance across her body as it began to burn her clothes and skin slightly. The sparks had reached her mechanical hands, and an explosion ensued; with smoke and sparks flying everywhere from them as she began to collapse.
Suddenly, her sleek legs hooked around Michael's center of gravity. A miscalculation on his part. As she fell down, she picked up Michael with her legs and launched him headfirst into the ground at the same time she hit the floor. Michael's face begin to drip blood.
Michael and the woman both picked themselves up. Michael wielded Liberian Girl and wore Speed Demon as a pair of goggles. The woman then tossed her knife to the side. Suddenly, a scythe blade extended out of both of her arms.
"HAHAHAHA- I LIKE YOU. Come to my house and fuck my sister," she teased in a deranged tone. Her eyes then looked at him in a disgusted manner as she stuck her tongue out and licked around her lower lip. ""I'll kill you, cut you up, and cum in your formaldehyde," she said as she darted straight for him with her scythe-turned arms.
Michael began to shoot bullets at her, but it was no use. She would deflect them one by one with her scythe. "Switch to warp ammo," barked Michael in a fierce voice. Michael began to shoot bullets that were now imbued with a blue and purple light surrounding them. "It's no use," taunted the woman. Suddenly, she noticed looked to her arms and noticed that her scythe was being shredded apart from the inside. Michael then leaped forward and headbutted her to knock her down. He then held the trigger towards her face. Checkmate.
Suddenly, the seemingly fearless woman began to tremble. Her eyes shut and she held herself. She began whispering rapidly and gradually grew louder and louder until it was no longer a whisper, but terrified cries pleading for her life. Suddenly, she felt a hand cover her mouth. It seemed so strong, and yet so warm and tender.
"Open your eeeyes, I see, your eyes are open. Wear no disguise for me, come into the open. When it's cold outside, am I here in vain? Hold on to the night, there will be no shame."
Her eyes began to open slowly as she saw the intruder was holding on to her, and as she looked up, she saw his face grinning a wide, teethy grin that seemed loving and comforting. She then embraced Michael. He then looked at the part of her arm visible from her tattered clothes and saw a tattoo.
"I suppose you must be a prototype of some sort, right "PX-1"?"
"How'd you know?"
"A hunch. I could only guess from what I've seen so far in this laboratory and the tattoo on your arm."
"Is that so?"
"Tell me: why do you do what you do?"
"Because the men in white and "Mommy" told me so. I was told to serve as a sentinel of the laboratory two years ago, and that's all I know."
"Who's "Mommy"?"
"Until that one day, the world was entirely pitch black to me. I only heard blurred sounds of voices, bubbles rising, and the buzz of the electricity keeping the machine running; but somehow, I knew one of them was "Mommy". I never did learn who "Mommy" was."
"Have you been outside of this laboratory at all?"
"Yes. I'm proud to say that I'm one of the lucky ones among my brethren as one of the few who gets to see what it's like outside of the laboratory. Most don't leave their pods at all. I was the one who transcended being a dumb, snarling beast to develop a conscience and intelligence; something only few of my brethren have achieved. They gave me another role to play: teacher. All I have to do is teach. I do not know why they chose a prototype laboratory born demon as a teacher, but I suppose it is meant to give a proxy to see what's going on directly above this laboratory and hence why I was given the inside role of teacher. The school is the only thing I know of what lies above the laboratory."
"Let's elope together, babe. I want to be the one to show you the world."
"Huh? You said elope with me?" The woman's face turned red as her mouth seemed to be in shock as if unsure of what she heard.
"That's right. Would you like to live with me and join me? You'd be an excellent help. Someone as beautiful as you are shouldn't live in a place like this." Michael let out a chuckle. "Kidding."
"I really do want to show you what lies above here. I would like to show you the hills, the fresh air, the ocean waters, the beaches, the sakura trees, and all of the scenery that there is to show. The world is a beautiful place, and I want you to see it." This wasn't a lie. Michael loved the world, but man's ugliness is what tainted it; but there is still some beauty to be found in the world.
"I'll come. Do you have a name?"
"Right now, call me the Man in the Mirror. It's not safe for me to reveal my name until we get out of the laboratory."
"I don't have a name. They men in white call me "PX-1" and named me "Ms. Reddie" for my name for when I work in the school upstairs; but neither feels right."
"How about Sawako?"
"That's a gorgeous name. I really like it, I do. Sawako, it is then." Michael extended his hand out. Sawako smiled as she shook it. "You've got a really nice smile, you know that?" said Michael. "N-n-no," stuttered Sawako as she blushed. "I guess she isn't used to being praised," thought Michael.
"We've still got to get to the bottom of this, and I think you want to learn about yourself too, Sawako. Before we escape, we're going to go further in to see what we can learn." said Michael. "Agreed. Let's continue on," said Liberian Girl.
Michael and Sawako walked down the stairs to learn more about the secrets behind herself and the laboratory.
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Man, the fight reminds me of the Sherlock Holmes movie at times. Sawako's rank is probably a B- or B, not sure yet. The real reason behind Sawako's hands hasn't been revealed yet either. Stay tuned for the next edition of the Adventures of Michael Jackson the Cyber Slayer!