Post by Aldritch Hexell on Oct 23, 2015 6:52:32 GMT -5
Give me everything
THAT YOU'VE GOT
Of all the things he was asked to do, this would probably be the most thrilling one yet. As Al had just joined Lightning Gang, Leon, their gang leader, told him of his first task, to take over his own class. Just coming back from the old abandoned gym which LG now treats as its base, Al walked inside the room and sat on his chair with a grin. Scanning the area, there were no teacher in sight, nor any regulators around, so he thought of this time to be the perfect opportunity to execute the takeover. He didn't really know how to start this whole take over thing, but he went with a straightforward approach to it to begin with.
He stood up and stomped his left foot on top of the table in front of him "I rule this place now! So whoever is the strongest here, come at me!" He exclaimed. His short statement caused other students inside the room to temporarily halt what they were doing. They all looked at him with confused looks, trying to process what he just said on their minds. After a second or two, they all began laughing, throwing crumpled papers and maybe even some books at Al. Being treated lightly, Al grimaced, totally displeased of the way he was taken lightly. "Shut the fuck up!" He exclaimed. "You drunk bitch!? Get the fuck back home!" An unknown individual shouted from the back of the room, causing the laughter to get louder. Al clenched his teeth, seeing how they won't treat him seriously, it was probably the time to get a lot more serious.
Al raised the foot resting on top of the table a bit higher and quickly sent it back down at the edge of the table, making it flip. As the desk flipped, Al kicked it, sending it flying forward, trashing other desks and chairs on its way, making other students avoid its path. "I repeat. Who's the strongest one around." The laughter suddenly stopped, everyone kept looking at Al as they all whispered. A man from the back of the room made his way towards Al. He had lean build, he had bright red hair, wearing black pants and a white sweatshirt. "I'm the strongest here! Wa'cha want bitch?!" Al looked at the red headed man with a grimace. Great, he's going places with this approach. Everyone in the room started whispering louder as they watched the two with wide open eyes, expecting a fight to start anytime soon. "Don't expect me to go easy on you." Al said as he crunched his knuckles, tilting his head to the side to create a more intimidating look. "Don't expect me to let you leave this room alive." Al grinned at the man's playful exchange of words.
Al swung his fist, attempting to make a surprise attack by sending a haymaker straight at the baby maker, and by baby maker I meant his reproductive organs, and by that I mean his balls. The man took the hit like a champ, and like all champs, he jumped up and down, but this time, it wasn't because of joy, but because of the crippling pain a haymaker punch can inflict to one's testicles. As the man started shouting and cursing as he jumped up and down while holding on his groin, the crowd cheered with approval as it's always a funny sight to see someone get hit below the belt. Al sent the finishing blow and punched the man's stomach hard enough to make him faint. "Well then, that takes care of him. Anyone else thinks they're strong!?" Then again, the noise subsided and whispers took place again.
And much like earlier, a new challenger approached him. "I am the greatest in here!" Now this man, he looked much stronger than the last one. The new challenger looked taller, had a bigger body build, and wore a black tank top and black pants, he looks a lot more intimidating with his face tattoos. "Come fight me!" The man shouted. "Fine then." Al sighed. This time, the man got the first move. A punch coming from the left, predictable, Al shifted both his arms, blocking his left side. But it wasn't that much of a predictable attack. As it turns out, another punch was simultaneously sent by the man, coming straight at Al's right. Al was more than able to block the punch on the left, but was unable to block the punch on the right as all of his guard was focused on the left. Al groaned as he took the punch on his right. "Good one." Al said as he stepped back a bit, taking some distance away from his opponent to recover from the unexpected attack. The crowd cheered in approval of the man's attack on Al, 'cause of course, they all want Al to loose as they were all little bitches. "How d'you like me now!" The man exclaimed, being too full of himself. "By now, I like you dead already." Said Al with the witty comeback he had always dreamed of using.
Time to attack. Al shot himself towards the man, swinging his fist at him, hitting the man on his face. The man stepped back while covering his face in pain. Al grinned and continued attacking, sending two more consecutive punches at the man's stomach. The man growled and headbutted Al. Apparently, it takes a lot more to put this man down, so he did what he would normally do, he grabbed a chair on his left and swung it right at the man. Obviously, it was a pretty dangerous move to do, not for him at least but for the man as he could very well kill the man with that attack, but it wasn't the case. The man had a deadly glare on his eyes, breathing heavily with his fists clenched tightly. The man raised his arm, as the chair had hit his arm, the chair broke, only causing a slight bruise and small cut on the man's arm. Much like most of the other students, this man was also a monster. He growled, sending a punch straight at Al's stomach. Al clenched his teeth and coughed, spitting out saliva and maybe even a bit of blood on the mix. The man was suddenly so powerful, pushing Al a few feet back, making his feet skid backwards on the floor.
The crowd went wild after seeing such a powerful punch being sent straight towards Al, cheering and rooting for the man with the face tattoos to win. Obviously, Al won't approve of this situation. Holding the man's arm tightly, he then suddenly shot his knee up. Then, a loud cracking noise was heard. Next thing, the man's arm went limp as Al broke his elbow. But it didn't stop the man, only causing him to go even more berserk. He roared, swinging his other arm wildly, missing Al punch after punch, hitting him only with a few. He grinned, looking at the man go wild and out of control, totally unlikely of a leader, well, it does remind him of himself, so fuck it anyway. As the man ran out of energy, he halted raining inaccurate punches at Al, causing him to sulk and catch his breath. It was Al's time to attack.
Al went ahead and sent an uppercut at the man's jaw, then, a low spinning heel kick, and to finish it off, he did a full powered side kick aimed straight at the man's left side, causing him to fall hard on the floor. But wasn't the end. The man got back up, totally beaten down, struggling to even keep himself standing. "C'mon man, no need to be pushy, just give it up already" Said Al, giving sympathy to the man and appreciating his determination. The man was about to open his mouth and speak, but then, someone from behind him grabbed his head and smashed it at Al's forehead. Al wast caught by surprise, totally not knowing what just happened. The hit caused his forehead to bleed with a cut and the man to faint with his eyes whiting out.
"Sorry. Did these jokes bother you?" Asked a much taller man with a deadpan tone. He looked a lot more intimidating that the two other challengers combined without him even trying. He wore the standard school uniform, a clean shaved top, and an unsettling expressionless face. "And you are?" Asked Al with a grimace, displeased of how the man came in to introduce himself. "The true strongest one in here." He said. "Sorry. I was a bit late for class. But I don't think I missed much." He said, and as soon as he finished his sentence, he effortlessly sent a fist straight on Al's stomach. He was a tad bit too powerful, almost causing Al to faint with the pain he inflicted. Al clenched his teeth and out sprayed some saliva mixed with blood. Al's legs weakened and shook like Jello, but he had to show that he's much more than what he looked like. He swung his fist, going straight at the man's face, but he ignored it and took the hit. The man simply coughed and spat on the floor, looking pissed at Al. He then bought an elbow down at the top of Al's head, causing Al to get disoriented. He powerful, Al didn't expect for someone this strong to actually be in his class.
Now this wasn't what he expected. But as it seems, he had to use his new found skill to use. Building up enough power from all the hits he had taken, he released his wrath. A dark red aura appeared on Al's fists, then, he punched. With all the damage he had taken, he was able to store up energy from those hits, having enough to release it in an attack. He swung his fist, aiming straight at the man's stomach. Together with the borrowed power he got from the devil, which he totally is ignoring ever since, he was able to unleash such devastating force that the impact itself created a loud sound. The man's eyes whitened and begun to slowly fall to his knees as Al caught his breath. The man fainted and fell to the floor. Al exhaled with relief as that was over with, but there comes a problem, he can't really execute the same move again for now, at least he's working on it, but if in case a stronger challenger comes in, he'll be absolutely in danger. "So... I hope none of you would wanna go. I think this about sums it up." He said as he caught his breath, looking at all three unconscious men on the floor in front of him. People stopped whispering and chatting, one man enjoying as he won the bet, but most of them were dead silent, totally not expecting Al to win all three fights. Then, whispers began filling the room yet again.
Al was about talk, but then, the room was suddenly engulfed in darkness. "Having fun?~" The demon said, teasing Al. Al tried to shake his head, knowing it was all but in his imagination. "Leave me be!" He exclaimed. "Must we go over this again?" Said the demon in a jolly tone. "Look at how my little boy is growing!~" The demon said, continuing to tease Al. Then, the demon's voice began to fill his head. The "Kill!" voice "Murder!" began "Chaos!" to "Death!" sound "Destruction!" louder "Suffer!" and louder "Burn!" and "Burn in HELL!" louder "BURN IN HELL!"
Al shook his head, finally regaining consciousness, still with the demon's voice echoing on his head. "Wha-" He began to hyperventilate, what seemed to be hours in the darkness were just a millisecond in reality. He cleared his throat, it's time to address some more current issues. Giving off a forced grin,'cause how can you just grin after experiencing something like that.
"I rule this class. No more objections?" He asked with an intimidating grimace, looking around, staring at each face on the room as they began to keep quite again. After a few seconds having no one respond to his question, he assumed that they were all fine with it. And now, it's mission accomplished. "Great! So, first off. I'd like to have those curtains installed to cover those windows, it's really hard for me to sleep here, so hopefully with those curtains on, it'll be easier for me to sl-" Mid sentence, Al stopped by the loud opening of the door. Looking at the door, the teacher stood. Everyone was quiet, starting silently at the teacher. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" Everyone looked at Al quietly. As the teacher saw Al standing in front of three unconscious students, the teacher's face turned red in rage. "ALDRITCH!" Shouted the teacher. "Sorry folks, gotta run, don't forget! Curtains!" He shouted as he ran out of the room with the teacher chasing his trail "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE YOU TROUBLESOME SHIT!".
He stood up and stomped his left foot on top of the table in front of him "I rule this place now! So whoever is the strongest here, come at me!" He exclaimed. His short statement caused other students inside the room to temporarily halt what they were doing. They all looked at him with confused looks, trying to process what he just said on their minds. After a second or two, they all began laughing, throwing crumpled papers and maybe even some books at Al. Being treated lightly, Al grimaced, totally displeased of the way he was taken lightly. "Shut the fuck up!" He exclaimed. "You drunk bitch!? Get the fuck back home!" An unknown individual shouted from the back of the room, causing the laughter to get louder. Al clenched his teeth, seeing how they won't treat him seriously, it was probably the time to get a lot more serious.
Al raised the foot resting on top of the table a bit higher and quickly sent it back down at the edge of the table, making it flip. As the desk flipped, Al kicked it, sending it flying forward, trashing other desks and chairs on its way, making other students avoid its path. "I repeat. Who's the strongest one around." The laughter suddenly stopped, everyone kept looking at Al as they all whispered. A man from the back of the room made his way towards Al. He had lean build, he had bright red hair, wearing black pants and a white sweatshirt. "I'm the strongest here! Wa'cha want bitch?!" Al looked at the red headed man with a grimace. Great, he's going places with this approach. Everyone in the room started whispering louder as they watched the two with wide open eyes, expecting a fight to start anytime soon. "Don't expect me to go easy on you." Al said as he crunched his knuckles, tilting his head to the side to create a more intimidating look. "Don't expect me to let you leave this room alive." Al grinned at the man's playful exchange of words.
Al swung his fist, attempting to make a surprise attack by sending a haymaker straight at the baby maker, and by baby maker I meant his reproductive organs, and by that I mean his balls. The man took the hit like a champ, and like all champs, he jumped up and down, but this time, it wasn't because of joy, but because of the crippling pain a haymaker punch can inflict to one's testicles. As the man started shouting and cursing as he jumped up and down while holding on his groin, the crowd cheered with approval as it's always a funny sight to see someone get hit below the belt. Al sent the finishing blow and punched the man's stomach hard enough to make him faint. "Well then, that takes care of him. Anyone else thinks they're strong!?" Then again, the noise subsided and whispers took place again.
And much like earlier, a new challenger approached him. "I am the greatest in here!" Now this man, he looked much stronger than the last one. The new challenger looked taller, had a bigger body build, and wore a black tank top and black pants, he looks a lot more intimidating with his face tattoos. "Come fight me!" The man shouted. "Fine then." Al sighed. This time, the man got the first move. A punch coming from the left, predictable, Al shifted both his arms, blocking his left side. But it wasn't that much of a predictable attack. As it turns out, another punch was simultaneously sent by the man, coming straight at Al's right. Al was more than able to block the punch on the left, but was unable to block the punch on the right as all of his guard was focused on the left. Al groaned as he took the punch on his right. "Good one." Al said as he stepped back a bit, taking some distance away from his opponent to recover from the unexpected attack. The crowd cheered in approval of the man's attack on Al, 'cause of course, they all want Al to loose as they were all little bitches. "How d'you like me now!" The man exclaimed, being too full of himself. "By now, I like you dead already." Said Al with the witty comeback he had always dreamed of using.
Time to attack. Al shot himself towards the man, swinging his fist at him, hitting the man on his face. The man stepped back while covering his face in pain. Al grinned and continued attacking, sending two more consecutive punches at the man's stomach. The man growled and headbutted Al. Apparently, it takes a lot more to put this man down, so he did what he would normally do, he grabbed a chair on his left and swung it right at the man. Obviously, it was a pretty dangerous move to do, not for him at least but for the man as he could very well kill the man with that attack, but it wasn't the case. The man had a deadly glare on his eyes, breathing heavily with his fists clenched tightly. The man raised his arm, as the chair had hit his arm, the chair broke, only causing a slight bruise and small cut on the man's arm. Much like most of the other students, this man was also a monster. He growled, sending a punch straight at Al's stomach. Al clenched his teeth and coughed, spitting out saliva and maybe even a bit of blood on the mix. The man was suddenly so powerful, pushing Al a few feet back, making his feet skid backwards on the floor.
The crowd went wild after seeing such a powerful punch being sent straight towards Al, cheering and rooting for the man with the face tattoos to win. Obviously, Al won't approve of this situation. Holding the man's arm tightly, he then suddenly shot his knee up. Then, a loud cracking noise was heard. Next thing, the man's arm went limp as Al broke his elbow. But it didn't stop the man, only causing him to go even more berserk. He roared, swinging his other arm wildly, missing Al punch after punch, hitting him only with a few. He grinned, looking at the man go wild and out of control, totally unlikely of a leader, well, it does remind him of himself, so fuck it anyway. As the man ran out of energy, he halted raining inaccurate punches at Al, causing him to sulk and catch his breath. It was Al's time to attack.
Al went ahead and sent an uppercut at the man's jaw, then, a low spinning heel kick, and to finish it off, he did a full powered side kick aimed straight at the man's left side, causing him to fall hard on the floor. But wasn't the end. The man got back up, totally beaten down, struggling to even keep himself standing. "C'mon man, no need to be pushy, just give it up already" Said Al, giving sympathy to the man and appreciating his determination. The man was about to open his mouth and speak, but then, someone from behind him grabbed his head and smashed it at Al's forehead. Al wast caught by surprise, totally not knowing what just happened. The hit caused his forehead to bleed with a cut and the man to faint with his eyes whiting out.
"Sorry. Did these jokes bother you?" Asked a much taller man with a deadpan tone. He looked a lot more intimidating that the two other challengers combined without him even trying. He wore the standard school uniform, a clean shaved top, and an unsettling expressionless face. "And you are?" Asked Al with a grimace, displeased of how the man came in to introduce himself. "The true strongest one in here." He said. "Sorry. I was a bit late for class. But I don't think I missed much." He said, and as soon as he finished his sentence, he effortlessly sent a fist straight on Al's stomach. He was a tad bit too powerful, almost causing Al to faint with the pain he inflicted. Al clenched his teeth and out sprayed some saliva mixed with blood. Al's legs weakened and shook like Jello, but he had to show that he's much more than what he looked like. He swung his fist, going straight at the man's face, but he ignored it and took the hit. The man simply coughed and spat on the floor, looking pissed at Al. He then bought an elbow down at the top of Al's head, causing Al to get disoriented. He powerful, Al didn't expect for someone this strong to actually be in his class.
Now this wasn't what he expected. But as it seems, he had to use his new found skill to use. Building up enough power from all the hits he had taken, he released his wrath. A dark red aura appeared on Al's fists, then, he punched. With all the damage he had taken, he was able to store up energy from those hits, having enough to release it in an attack. He swung his fist, aiming straight at the man's stomach. Together with the borrowed power he got from the devil, which he totally is ignoring ever since, he was able to unleash such devastating force that the impact itself created a loud sound. The man's eyes whitened and begun to slowly fall to his knees as Al caught his breath. The man fainted and fell to the floor. Al exhaled with relief as that was over with, but there comes a problem, he can't really execute the same move again for now, at least he's working on it, but if in case a stronger challenger comes in, he'll be absolutely in danger. "So... I hope none of you would wanna go. I think this about sums it up." He said as he caught his breath, looking at all three unconscious men on the floor in front of him. People stopped whispering and chatting, one man enjoying as he won the bet, but most of them were dead silent, totally not expecting Al to win all three fights. Then, whispers began filling the room yet again.
Al was about talk, but then, the room was suddenly engulfed in darkness. "Having fun?~" The demon said, teasing Al. Al tried to shake his head, knowing it was all but in his imagination. "Leave me be!" He exclaimed. "Must we go over this again?" Said the demon in a jolly tone. "Look at how my little boy is growing!~" The demon said, continuing to tease Al. Then, the demon's voice began to fill his head. The "Kill!" voice "Murder!" began "Chaos!" to "Death!" sound "Destruction!" louder "Suffer!" and louder "Burn!" and "Burn in HELL!" louder "BURN IN HELL!"
"BURN IN HELL!"
Al shook his head, finally regaining consciousness, still with the demon's voice echoing on his head. "Wha-" He began to hyperventilate, what seemed to be hours in the darkness were just a millisecond in reality. He cleared his throat, it's time to address some more current issues. Giving off a forced grin,'cause how can you just grin after experiencing something like that.
"I rule this class. No more objections?" He asked with an intimidating grimace, looking around, staring at each face on the room as they began to keep quite again. After a few seconds having no one respond to his question, he assumed that they were all fine with it. And now, it's mission accomplished. "Great! So, first off. I'd like to have those curtains installed to cover those windows, it's really hard for me to sleep here, so hopefully with those curtains on, it'll be easier for me to sl-" Mid sentence, Al stopped by the loud opening of the door. Looking at the door, the teacher stood. Everyone was quiet, starting silently at the teacher. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" Everyone looked at Al quietly. As the teacher saw Al standing in front of three unconscious students, the teacher's face turned red in rage. "ALDRITCH!" Shouted the teacher. "Sorry folks, gotta run, don't forget! Curtains!" He shouted as he ran out of the room with the teacher chasing his trail "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE YOU TROUBLESOME SHIT!".
"BURN IN HELL!"
OOC:
(A bit over 2000 words, too lazy to re count)
Stats pls. Surprise me. Put it anywhere.
(A bit over 2000 words, too lazy to re count)
Stats pls. Surprise me. Put it anywhere.
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
