Genoa Siege

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 00:21:17 GMT

Hi guys, my life isn't all that interesting so I'm just going to post my story Genoa Siege here. Feel free to share your thoughts with me.

[Prologue]

11:35 p.m. Apocalypse Corp. Eastern Control Center (prison section)

He sat there staring at the cold, damp floor, after being captured on several counts of murder and mutiny. Despite the fact that he had only been incarcerated for six hours, he was already planning his escape. His lust for blood and power drove him mad, making him want more destruction and chaos by his hands. But was he really evil?

After a few seconds of contemplation a demonic smirk menacingly crept onto his face as he raised his left-hand and pointed it towards the doorway of the prison cell. With a short breath Dexsorreft began to manipulate the carbon dioxide he had just exhaled into a funnel easily piercing through the door.

“Dexsorreft’s escaped!” A guard in a patrol tower signaled for back up after witnessing Dexsorrest’s brilliant endeavor on camera. Foot soldiers flooded into the hall in which the fugitive resided aiming their rifles. The leader of the soldiers waved his hand unleashing a massive barrage from their machine-rifles.

Dexsorreft chuckled to himself simply maneuvering around the bullets as if they were standing still and drew his seven-foot blade swinging it, wiping out the entire ensemble in a matter of seconds. He nonchalantly walked into a stairwell finding twenty more soldiers pointing their feeble weapons at him, not knowing that their inevitable end was near. Dexsorreft quickly lunged his blade through five of the guards, pointing his right-hand towards them instantly combusting them causing blood to shoot in all directions. Continuing down the stairs, Dexsorreft spun hacking another group of five in two.

Miraculously one of the guards survived and began to weakly call for help. Dexsorreft simply forced his sword through the man’s skull pivoting it to the left making sure the nescience didn’t come back. He looked up from the fresh corps noticing that the remaining ten were making a hasty escape through the fire exit.

“Your fate has been decided. Destiny is calling,” Dexsorreft chuckled maniacally. He pointed his left-hand towards the fire exit and began to mentally drag the surviving guards back into the stairwell. “Hmph! Die weaklings!”

At that moment Dexsorreft clutched his hands into a fist causing air to rush into his victim’s bodies. Suddenly the guards imploded creating shockwave from the remains of their limp bodies. Dexsorreft then walked up to the door leading to the main floor, and blew it open. There he met about twenty more guards ready to attempt to defeat him. Annoyed by this new interruption he simply ran into the middle of the pack and began to hack away mercilessly, slicing them to pieces one by one; their vile screams of torture and pain were like a sweet tunes to his ears. Dexsorreft then lunged his sword into the ground sending a seemingly ominous blast in all directions destroying that side of the building. He sheathed his sword admiring his work as he opened the door before him. The lingering flames from his catastrophic attack majestically danced around his feet as he entered the remains of a lobby.

[Chapter: 1]

Blood slowly dripped from my wounds as I kneeled in submission to the Vectors whom were creeping further and further towards me. I weakly stood in defiance, not willing to die just yet. I couldn't escape them; it was as if they were coming after me specifically. Tears formed in my eyes as I thought back to how he helped completely mutilated my family a few hours earlier. They were monsters!! They destroyed everything I knew, my home, my family, over half of my city!! I wanted them dead, but there was nothing I could do. Then suddenly...they attacked.

The Vectors clawed at my chest causing blood to spew forward onto its face. The others attacked digging into my skin. I flailed violently trying to withstand the devastating pain. I could see my pale white meat through the pools of blood those monsters had extracted from me.

The Vectors then came closer and closer, beginning to nibble at my ribs then biting and then thrashing tearing into me more and more with each blow.

"Eeeerrrraaaagggghhhh!!!!" The overwhelming pain from the gashes paralyzed my now bloody and feeble body. I could feel my bones and flesh being split and torn, making me wonder if I could ever heal if I were to survive somehow. Then my vision began to blur, and my body was completely nullified causing me to no longer feel the excruciating pain from the Vectors attacks. What was going on?! Was I dying?! At first I could only see white, then black, and then slowly everything was put back together in pixels; then it all went white again.

Although I was now unconscious I could still hear the sound of something swinging above my head. Were the Vectors going in for the kill? Was this my end?

Fade to Black…

I awoke in a capsule filled with thick dark greenish water. I weakly looked around noticing wires connecting me to the tube I was incased in.

Fade to black…

I quickly arose from my bed covered in a pool of sweat. I was panting…fast; this was the tenth time I had had that dream. Did it mean something?

I laid back in my bed looking over to my clock radio. It was 6:03 am, time for me to get up.

Day 1: Monday

I blindly reached over to my dresser picking up my sunglasses, staring into the sky as twilight beams from the sun poured in through my dorm window. I slid out of the bed sluggishly with a groggy groan, walking over into the bathroom wondering what the day had in store for me. After brushing my teeth I entered the shower turning the valve as thoughts from my dream earlier this morning poured into my brain. I closed eyes lifting my head towards the stream of water beginning to bath myself.

I began to lather up some soap in my hair as I thought to myself, What is this supposed to mean? Is this…some kind of premonition?

As I bathe, I mentally sent my memories of the dream to the back of my mind, never to return to the mainstream of my thoughts again.

Switching off the water, I exited the bathroom wrapping myself in a towel. I fingered through my wardrobe, laying out the clothes I was going to wear.

“Drake,” my roommate, Zane called out to me.

“Yeah?” I slightly turned my head, pulling out a pair of pants.

“What’s takin’ you so long?”

“What are you talking about?” I began to slip my pants on fastening the belt tightly.

“When are you going to finally ask her?”

Visions of her filled my head causing me to fall into a daydream. As my mind faded I pictured her standing in a large field of perfectly placed flowers with a picturesque scene in the background containing a sunrise that created a glowing veil around her extravagant physique. I began to gaze lovingly into her eyes when reality quickly set in, ending the naïve fantasy bestowed upon me. She was beautiful, and way to smart for the likes of me, “Since when did you start caring about stuff like this?”

“What? Who said I cared? I’m just trying to help a friend, besides you don’t want someone else getting to her first do you?”

“I…I guess.”

“You’re such a punk,” Zane said putting his hands in his pockets. “You should hurry if you’re going to ask her out; she’s probably out in the courtyard.”

“Uh…yeah,” I walked over to the door putting my shirt on leaving with Zane.

Moments later we arrive in the adolescent-filled courtyard, covered with couples holding hands while they walked, the financially stable students cruising around on segways, etc., but there was no sight of her-my beloved.

I turned toward Zane with a twain of frustration, “Where do you think she is?”

Zane simply shrugged almost mockingly, but as soon as it seemed as if all hope was lost she appeared elegantly running through a group of students. She approached us leaning forward to catch her breath, then standing with a queer expression almost as if she were blushing, “Hey Drake, who are you going to the dance with?”

Placing my right index finger and thumb up to my nose I began to think for a second before answering. I had to be cool with this if I were going to ask her out, there was no room for mistakes, “No one yet. How about y-?”

“Are you guys coming or what?” I looked up to see Zane walking away from us. “Didn’t you hear the bell?”

“Uh,” I looked down at my crush, Aronne`. I’ll just have to ask her another time, I thought lifting my head. “I’ll…hmm…catch up with you later, alright?”

Aronne` looked up at me, her eyes glistening in all of its benevolent beauty, but her demeanor was shrouded in disappointment.

“Look” I started looking back at Zane. This was my chance all I had to do was ask her, but…how would she react. “Can we talk about this…later?”

Her gazed instantly fazed towards the ground as she began fumble with the strap on her book bag, “Yeah…umm sure.”

I sat in class staring out of the window, thinking of her again.

What is it you want from her? My body suddenly became drowsy at the sound of an unfamiliar voice in my mind. I slumped over to the side hitting my head on the window.

I awoke sitting in the middle of a ballroom majestically glistened in a vibrant golden aura opening my eyes for the first time in what seemed like hours. I stared up at the chandeliers in amazement, quickly sitting up only to feel a sharp jolt of pain in my side. I looked down to see that I was wrapped in bandages stained with old blood. To my surprise I was able to slowly lift myself up to stand in the massive room with only miner pains. My footsteps echo through out the area as I walked towards a set of gigantic doors in front of me. As I reached for the doorknob and pulled light began to seep out from behind it.

“You are…awake?” asked an almost ominous voice.

I quickly turned closing the door. My heart was pounding.

“W-who are you?” I said barely able to form the words. Then I realized that no one was there. Was I hearing things?

“I am known as…” started the voice again. “Genoa.”

A man covered by two shredded demon wings began to appear before me in the shadows. Nothing on his face was visible due to the metal eye-less mask he wore.

“Can you fight, boy?” he asked.

I quivered as he spoke, his words bestowed a sting of fear in me, causing me to only stand and stare. He seemed to be disappointed with my reaction to his words. He then opened his wings revealing a line of perfectly built abs; his chest and arms was covered with tattoos. He also wore baggy army fatigue pants. Genoa extended both of his arms in front of him materializing a sphere of pure necro-force, lunging it towards me. I involuntarily jolted to the left and then right dodging the necro-sphere, and kicked my adversary in the stomach causing him to slide backwards from the impact.

He folding his arms saying, “You have great potential.”

I looked at him in shock from my actions.

“I could help you…avenge your family.”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY FAMILY?!!” I screamed in absolute rage.

“That is for another time, boy.”

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Mon, 12 Jun 2006 19:26:20 GMT

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