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It's a little quiet in here so I'd thought posting something. I initially planned to write a reasonably short piece filling in the gap between Doku's defeat and his new updated profile. It was also meant to be a collaboration between myself and Avenger, but I got lazy .
There's still a lot to go, I'm probably about halfway. Posting it episodically would probably give me more motivation to finish it. Plus, it'd be cool to get comments and criticisms from you guys! All 5 of you!
Set in a futuristic capitalist metropolis, Doku gets into something far larger than he can handle and faces defeat at the hands of Kelesk. Whilst death seemed imminent, fate seemed to intervene.
A little warning for any youngsters reading. It's pretty clean, but there are couple of adult references. Subtle, but present.
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“You are free to go.”
Doku didn't recall much else after that. As soon as he had come to, Kelesk and his apprentice had left, leaving him in the frigid subway station. He ached all over, but he was certainly alive – which was more that he had expected after his encounter.
Kelesk was truly a monster. His speed and strength were phenomenal, surpassing anyone he had met beforehand. He had been lucky to survive, let alone get out reasonably intact - especially with an opponent so ruthless. Although it wasn’t that he was complaining; surviving was fine.
Gathering himself, he climbed up off of the cold floor. The station was run-down and had been out of service for a number of years, Doku recalled his “uncle” taking him there as a boy for practice. Trash sparsely populated the concrete floor, still in relatively good condition despite being neglected for so long. Confectionery wrappers made up the bulk of the clutter, however less innocent items were also present. The majority of ticket booths were boarded up, the remaining either destroyed by vandals or tiredly watching over their lost comrades.
Deciding that his escape from death would be best not spoiled by hypothermia and frostbite, Doku ascended the steps returning him to society. Kelesk certainly had caused some damage, catapulting himself down the side of a building was trivial compared to the current challenge of ascending. Virtually all of his wounds had closed, he had obtained far worse in the past and lived. This pain, however, was alien, yet somehow very familiar and tiring. How long had he been out for? Had Kelesk inflicted any permanent damage? He could check himself over when he returned home, and consult a local “doctor” if he needed to.
Doku emerged from the subway, entering the slightly better maintained streets of the “Echo” region. It wasn't the nicest region of the Metropolis by any means, but money was tough to come by and accommodation was cheap. As were most things that one might “need”. Buildings were close together and stained by pollution, it never bothered the wealthy so there was no need for them to act.
“Hey, punk! Yeah, you! Baby face!”
Doku turned, expecting a mob of ruffians ready to ambush him. Surprisingly, he was met by the sight of a crowd gathered around an individual, with what you could indeed call a baby face. The goons ranged from troubled youths to what were practically gangsters. Their victim, a middle-aged man, cowered in the centre of the mob, almost preparing himself for an upcoming beating.
“Think you can keep stuff from me?” boomed what seemed to be the ringleader. He wasn't an intimidating man by any means, reminiscent of an olden days gangster dressed in lime green, but he certainly had the rest on leashes. He suddenly put his arm around the man's shoulder and spoke into his ear;
“Remember when I said we'd let you be if you kept up the payments? That only works when you keep them up. I'm afraid some of the boys will have to remind you... Get him!”
He twirled away from the man. Suddenly, Doku felt an unusual sensation. He could picture the thug reaching into his pocket for a weapon. The bizarre thing was that he clearly hadn't done so... yet.
“It's his fault for getting involved,” Doku thought as he leapt forward, “I don't want to see people like that getting what they want though.” His fist struck the troublemaker's face, square on, sending him crashing into a lamppost. The rest of the gang turned;
“What'cha doing, old man? Feel like some trouble?” a particularly nasty brute snorted.
Old man? That was certainly a surprise, especially with his appearance. However, nobody else was on the street, let alone confronting the group. He caught a glimpse of himself in one of the few intact shop windows. Instead of the svelte adolescent to which he was accustomed, he saw a significantly more intimidating fellow. The softness of his face was gone, replaced by a serious sharp sort of elegance. It had finally set in, Kelesk had taken away much more than his valour. He had taken five perhaps even ten years of his life. A fury like no other filled Doku. Defeating Kelesk wouldn't just be for the damage he had done to the city, it would also be for his own revenge.
There's still a lot to go, I'm probably about halfway. Posting it episodically would probably give me more motivation to finish it. Plus, it'd be cool to get comments and criticisms from you guys! All 5 of you!
Set in a futuristic capitalist metropolis, Doku gets into something far larger than he can handle and faces defeat at the hands of Kelesk. Whilst death seemed imminent, fate seemed to intervene.
A little warning for any youngsters reading. It's pretty clean, but there are couple of adult references. Subtle, but present.
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“You are free to go.”
Doku didn't recall much else after that. As soon as he had come to, Kelesk and his apprentice had left, leaving him in the frigid subway station. He ached all over, but he was certainly alive – which was more that he had expected after his encounter.
Kelesk was truly a monster. His speed and strength were phenomenal, surpassing anyone he had met beforehand. He had been lucky to survive, let alone get out reasonably intact - especially with an opponent so ruthless. Although it wasn’t that he was complaining; surviving was fine.
Gathering himself, he climbed up off of the cold floor. The station was run-down and had been out of service for a number of years, Doku recalled his “uncle” taking him there as a boy for practice. Trash sparsely populated the concrete floor, still in relatively good condition despite being neglected for so long. Confectionery wrappers made up the bulk of the clutter, however less innocent items were also present. The majority of ticket booths were boarded up, the remaining either destroyed by vandals or tiredly watching over their lost comrades.
Deciding that his escape from death would be best not spoiled by hypothermia and frostbite, Doku ascended the steps returning him to society. Kelesk certainly had caused some damage, catapulting himself down the side of a building was trivial compared to the current challenge of ascending. Virtually all of his wounds had closed, he had obtained far worse in the past and lived. This pain, however, was alien, yet somehow very familiar and tiring. How long had he been out for? Had Kelesk inflicted any permanent damage? He could check himself over when he returned home, and consult a local “doctor” if he needed to.
Doku emerged from the subway, entering the slightly better maintained streets of the “Echo” region. It wasn't the nicest region of the Metropolis by any means, but money was tough to come by and accommodation was cheap. As were most things that one might “need”. Buildings were close together and stained by pollution, it never bothered the wealthy so there was no need for them to act.
“Hey, punk! Yeah, you! Baby face!”
Doku turned, expecting a mob of ruffians ready to ambush him. Surprisingly, he was met by the sight of a crowd gathered around an individual, with what you could indeed call a baby face. The goons ranged from troubled youths to what were practically gangsters. Their victim, a middle-aged man, cowered in the centre of the mob, almost preparing himself for an upcoming beating.
“Think you can keep stuff from me?” boomed what seemed to be the ringleader. He wasn't an intimidating man by any means, reminiscent of an olden days gangster dressed in lime green, but he certainly had the rest on leashes. He suddenly put his arm around the man's shoulder and spoke into his ear;
“Remember when I said we'd let you be if you kept up the payments? That only works when you keep them up. I'm afraid some of the boys will have to remind you... Get him!”
He twirled away from the man. Suddenly, Doku felt an unusual sensation. He could picture the thug reaching into his pocket for a weapon. The bizarre thing was that he clearly hadn't done so... yet.
“It's his fault for getting involved,” Doku thought as he leapt forward, “I don't want to see people like that getting what they want though.” His fist struck the troublemaker's face, square on, sending him crashing into a lamppost. The rest of the gang turned;
“What'cha doing, old man? Feel like some trouble?” a particularly nasty brute snorted.
Old man? That was certainly a surprise, especially with his appearance. However, nobody else was on the street, let alone confronting the group. He caught a glimpse of himself in one of the few intact shop windows. Instead of the svelte adolescent to which he was accustomed, he saw a significantly more intimidating fellow. The softness of his face was gone, replaced by a serious sharp sort of elegance. It had finally set in, Kelesk had taken away much more than his valour. He had taken five perhaps even ten years of his life. A fury like no other filled Doku. Defeating Kelesk wouldn't just be for the damage he had done to the city, it would also be for his own revenge.