Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 18:56:13 GMT
As Alex looked at this possibly dangerous opponent, he remembered the first time he climbed this mountain when he first came here.
A younger Alex was surrounded by a flurry of white and cold. The black bed sheet he had on him doing almost nothing to keep him warm from the bitter wind. On his hands and knees he was crawling up the mountain trying as far away from people as possible. "Why did I run?" he asked himself aloud. He didn't know why he ran he just did what he thought was right at the moment. A extra cold wind came down past Alex, making him stop in his tracks to shiver. He looked toward the top of the mountain and took a deep breath of icy air. His climbing had won him blistered hands and feet. He continued to climb until the earth beneath him stated to shake. He grabbed the nearest rock with iron grip, knowing falling could mean death.He looked toward the top of the mountain, a wave of snow rushed down at him with the unstoppable force of nature behind it. He knew he would die as soon as he looked at the snow above him. He ducked his head and waited for death to come. The wave cascaded him in the white death that it held removing the rock the he gripped so tightly. He was flung about like a piece of paper in the wind; powerless and weak. He thought he was dead.
His eyes opened to nothing but white and freezing cold. He tried to move but he was under to much wight. he closed his eyes, So this is how I die? frozen to death under a mountain of snow. He wanted to cry at the thought but the tear would only freeze upon his face immortalizing him as a cowered. He didn't want that he didn't want to die a cowered, he didn't want to die at all but he knew life wasn't fair and you don't get what you want. He was about to accept death's embrace, when he realized some thing This is my life, so why can't I live? He became angry at the thought It's was my life why wasn't I in control of it. The black energy returned to him. He became so enraged he wanted to punch the snow for killing him. The darkness enveloped his fist seemingly eating the snow from around his fist. He didn't notice in his anger. He pulled his arm back with a black fury and trust it forward. the snow above him was eradicated in an instant. leaving a large hole with only himself inside.
He stood up from inside the creator, his cloak knocked off from the force of the punch. Pure black markings covered his body they swirled and mixed symmetrically all over his body. The marking slowly dissipated from his skin reviling his bare skin. A cold wind blow over him and he gripped his shoulders and shivered intensely. He crouched down and grabbed his cloak, shaking it to make sure all the snow comes off. He started down the mountain, not wanting to freeze to death in the icy wasteland.
As he continued down the mountain. he came across a large frozen bolder in the middle of a snow-covered clearing. At first he gave it a questioning look and walked over. He walked around it a moment, then punched the rock with his right hand for seemingly no reason. He pulled his fist from the rock and shook his hand achingly. Blood came from his hand and into the snow turning it a light crimson. He smirked, this is going to be fun, he thought to himself.
He punched the rock again with his bloody hand, then gave it an uppercut with his clean hand now bloody as well. he spun left on one left and punched it with his left. he continued his spin and lifted his foot up, giving it a roundhouse. He jumped up and kicked the rock with his right foot launching him away from the rock he trust his palm forward expecting to destroy the bolder but instead got a small ball of black energy. Alex's eyes went wide as the blast was launched. The ball just bounced off the rock and into the snow.
He landed on the ground and looked at his hands, no marks of any-kind. He smirked once again. I will become strong enough to control my life, he turned away from the rock and all the bloody snow, he began walking down the mountain once again.
A younger Alex was surrounded by a flurry of white and cold. The black bed sheet he had on him doing almost nothing to keep him warm from the bitter wind. On his hands and knees he was crawling up the mountain trying as far away from people as possible. "Why did I run?" he asked himself aloud. He didn't know why he ran he just did what he thought was right at the moment. A extra cold wind came down past Alex, making him stop in his tracks to shiver. He looked toward the top of the mountain and took a deep breath of icy air. His climbing had won him blistered hands and feet. He continued to climb until the earth beneath him stated to shake. He grabbed the nearest rock with iron grip, knowing falling could mean death.He looked toward the top of the mountain, a wave of snow rushed down at him with the unstoppable force of nature behind it. He knew he would die as soon as he looked at the snow above him. He ducked his head and waited for death to come. The wave cascaded him in the white death that it held removing the rock the he gripped so tightly. He was flung about like a piece of paper in the wind; powerless and weak. He thought he was dead.
His eyes opened to nothing but white and freezing cold. He tried to move but he was under to much wight. he closed his eyes, So this is how I die? frozen to death under a mountain of snow. He wanted to cry at the thought but the tear would only freeze upon his face immortalizing him as a cowered. He didn't want that he didn't want to die a cowered, he didn't want to die at all but he knew life wasn't fair and you don't get what you want. He was about to accept death's embrace, when he realized some thing This is my life, so why can't I live? He became angry at the thought It's was my life why wasn't I in control of it. The black energy returned to him. He became so enraged he wanted to punch the snow for killing him. The darkness enveloped his fist seemingly eating the snow from around his fist. He didn't notice in his anger. He pulled his arm back with a black fury and trust it forward. the snow above him was eradicated in an instant. leaving a large hole with only himself inside.
He stood up from inside the creator, his cloak knocked off from the force of the punch. Pure black markings covered his body they swirled and mixed symmetrically all over his body. The marking slowly dissipated from his skin reviling his bare skin. A cold wind blow over him and he gripped his shoulders and shivered intensely. He crouched down and grabbed his cloak, shaking it to make sure all the snow comes off. He started down the mountain, not wanting to freeze to death in the icy wasteland.
As he continued down the mountain. he came across a large frozen bolder in the middle of a snow-covered clearing. At first he gave it a questioning look and walked over. He walked around it a moment, then punched the rock with his right hand for seemingly no reason. He pulled his fist from the rock and shook his hand achingly. Blood came from his hand and into the snow turning it a light crimson. He smirked, this is going to be fun, he thought to himself.
He punched the rock again with his bloody hand, then gave it an uppercut with his clean hand now bloody as well. he spun left on one left and punched it with his left. he continued his spin and lifted his foot up, giving it a roundhouse. He jumped up and kicked the rock with his right foot launching him away from the rock he trust his palm forward expecting to destroy the bolder but instead got a small ball of black energy. Alex's eyes went wide as the blast was launched. The ball just bounced off the rock and into the snow.
He landed on the ground and looked at his hands, no marks of any-kind. He smirked once again. I will become strong enough to control my life, he turned away from the rock and all the bloody snow, he began walking down the mountain once again.