Crowning moments in your writing:
As Tom reached up for the mugs his shirt rode up and I tried to discretely avert my gaze before I caught sight of the scar on his left hip, feeling the guilt rise up in my stomach. He made a noise of disgust and I watched from the corner of my eye as he turned towards me, peeled off his shirt and threw it to the kitchen floor in an extremely un-Tom-like manner. "Look at me, Jack," he said firmly. "Look. At. Me. Is it really that hideous to you?" I turned to my mate, opening my mouth with full intention to correct this misconception, but before I could speak a word he grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand to his bare skin, making me feel the scar for myself. Eyebrows furrowed with fierce dignity, he said to me, "I am proud of this scar. So bloody proud. I didn't get this because of you, I got it for you. If you're going to belittle yourself over that you're even more self-centered than I thought. You have this bloody hero complex and the one time someone else saves you, you flip a nut. Believe it or not, you're not the only bloke in the world who can't stand the thought of someone they care about being hurt or killed. So don't you dare pull this hypocritical martyr bullshit on me."
edited 5th Sep '11 5:21:05 AM by MechaJesus
edited 4th Sep '11 6:56:44 PM by annebeeche
edited 4th Sep '11 9:19:59 PM by Kraken
edited 4th Sep '11 9:18:45 PM by nrjxll
Matthew ran forward, brandishing his claymore and his blade collided into the quickly conjured longsword created by Richard's Spell Core. Matthew moved backward, but then lunged forward, not willing to give Richard any time to plan his battle ahead. He had the advantage here, since Richard was so preoccupied with his cruelties that he had neglected the enemy right in front of him. Against a lesser enemy, the mistake might be forgiven. And if Matthew was an honorable person, he'd wait for the man to get ready. But this was the modern day and there were more stakes than just honor or the victory of the fight. Richard panicked, backing up slightly and launching a larger fireball at Matthew, forming it in one hand until it reached the size of a basketball before throwing it at his opponent. Matthew slashed with his claymore at the streak of fire and managed to prevail, striking through it. He kept going, rushing forward and using both hands, holding the sword over his shoulder first before sending it crashing down at Richard. The older, supposedly stronger enemy tried to block, only for his blade to shatter in his hands. He backed up and right into another of Matthew's attacks, so he conjured his blade again, only for Matthew to shatter it again. William looked surprised as Richard fell backward, clearly frightened. He was right to be frightened, due to Matthew learning to use Mana in that way, he was out of Richard's league. The bully was only worth while as muscle and not much else. He had a strong Spell Core and belonged to a powerful family, but next to his younger brother Kyle, he was nothing special. William even knew that Richard's parents saw this, and made the younger son the family heir. But William was no Richard. He had trained with his Spell Core rather than just making himself bigger and more intimidating. Matthew kept walking, and Richard slowly tried to move away from the seemingly unstoppable foe. To Richard, this Matthew, who he was vaguely warned about by the Student Council, was a monster. Something that kept breaking his weapon, never showed a single weak spot, nor did he relent. He gulped, trying to find the courage to get back up, make his sword again, or make more fire and throw it at Matthew. But he couldn't. That look in the kid's eyes, it...it just felt like if he kept fighting, he would wind up dead. Him, the heir to a family connected to the Eisenet Family, beaten so horribly by that...that no name brat! The fury of his loss motivated Richard to get back up, and he actually grinned maniacally, more fire forming in his hands, slowly forming into a massive orb above his head, “Y-You...You think you're so special? What makes you, some nobody, could defeat me, the heir to the Branch House of Eisenet! No no no no no! I won't lose, I don't lose, you won't win!! Never never never never! I won't accept! Fuck you fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!” He kept laughing and fed more power into the sphere of fire above him before throwing it at Matthew. The sphere of fire, the Ignis Magnus spell, flew at Matthew, flames whipping off and licking at him as it approached. He remained cool headed, prepared to simply use his sword to parry the spell. However, with a spell of this advanced level, he got the feeling he'd wind up burned by the aftereffect. Time seemed to slow and Aleister spoke to Matthew in his head, Matthew, this attack is nothing special, especially when cast by an idiot like Richard. Simply concentrate, use your willpower and determination, control your inner power...and then we will see if you can use your Mana yet. Matthew sighed, concentrating on his sword, the cold steel in his hands, the determination to see his friends again, the willpower to stop all evil powers trying to harm his loved ones. A light tingle in his hands slowly turned to a glow, a radiant aura manifesting on his sword. He moved the sword up and then slashed down, a huge blue streak of energy whipping off of the sword. It ripped clean through the haphazardly cast spell and slashed Richard from the top of his head to his groin. Blood spurted out of the cut and Richard went down hard, his eyes rolling up into his head, What...what the hell just...what did he...how did he defeat...my mightiest spell with just...one strike. William looked astounded, that opponent...that monstrous, hideously powerful thing dealt with Richard's ultimate spell so easily...and still managed to deal a finishing blow through that! He still had to deal with this guy. William's Great Earth Spell Core activated, and he whispered, “Terra Nebula...” Matthew watched as some of the asphalt on the sidewalk slowly disintegrated off, forming a cloud of dust on the ground that slowly grew and swirled around behind him and in front of him. Both clouds slowly formed into hands made of asphalt and flew at Matthew. Matthew activated his Spell Core almost at second nature, and his sword metamorphosed into two long swords, and he focused Mana into both of the swords. First he shattered the hands behind him with a slash like a sharp gust of wind, a single blue beam dispersing the clenched fists of dirt into simple asphalt again. He then slashed once at the fists in front of him, the blue energy wave leaping from his sword, shattering these fists the same way but flying at William as well. William tried to make another layer of ground become his defense, only for that to break too, and the resulting force sent him flying backward and on to his rear. Jake fired off his missiles at Matthew, the twelve heat seeking weapons streaking at Matthew. Applying Mana to his body, he moved quicker than anything Jake had ever seen. Matthew had not even known before then that he would be able to do that with Mana, and as such it was a risky maneuver and not one to be done again so carelessly, as he discovered when he stopped at the curb of a part of the street. He had no idea how fast he went, but at least the missiles had wound up hitting one another in the confusion.
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edited 4th Sep '11 11:34:09 PM by ArgeusthePaladin
Flashback to the war. We’re in New York City. There’s large amounts of smoke coming off a few buildings, quite a few windows are shattered, there’s a few rocket impacts scattered around, etc. The main focus is a formal party on a rooftop. A sniper scope is placed over the whole image. Caption: "The governor is in position." An INSURGENT SNIPER lies in a very high window, aiming his rifle at a rooftop party on another building. Another insurgent stands behind him and is clearly the one in charge. The office used to be nice, but it’s in a bit of disrepair. Everyone in the office, including the sniper, is wearing baseball caps and bandanas over their faces. INSURGENT LEADER Good. Take ’im. Pull back to show 4 more insurgents around the room. One of them is SETH, slouching in a chair. INSURGENT SNIPER Kill confirmed. Goodbye, Governor Hauss. All the insurgents except SETH start celebrating. SETH stands up and looks very cold. He’s reaching behind his back with both hands. The INSURGENT LEADER turns to him and looks a bit confused. INSURGENT LEADER (WITH OTHERS) (In the background) Nice shooting. SETH One down... SETH pulls his knives out from their holsters 0behind his back. Everyone else is still congratulating the sniper and doesn’t see SETH. SETH ...Five to go. [page break] SETH nonchalantly exits the office, covered in blood. A corpse is visible through the open door as he walks through it. He’s holding a phone in one hand and a pistol in the other. SETH All units, this is Butcher 1-1 Actual. An INSURGENT sees SETH and raises his weapon. SETH is looking off to the side. SETH Priority targets eliminated. Prepare to engage secondaries. INSURGENT He’s here! He’s— SETH nonchalantly shoots the INSURGENT in the head, still without looking at him. SETH Move out immediately. SETH turns a corner and is about to head into a large, long hallway. There are elevators along the walls and full plate glass windows on both sides. PILOT (O.P.) (Phone) Roger that, sir. Back in the building. SETH, covered in blood, is walking down a hallway towards an opening. On the other side of the opening is a large hallway with elevators along the walls and plate glass windows on both sides. He turns the corner into the large hallway and gets a somewhat amused look on the small portion of his face that we can see under the mask. A large group of INSURGENTS stands with rifles trained on SETH. Behind them is a large plate glass window. Close up on one of the insurgents. INSURGENT You move, you die. SETH gets an evil looking gleam in his eye. SETH I wouldn’t be so sure. [page break] SETH stands in the hallway, calmly facing down the insurgents with his arms at his sides. The insurgents are angry. SETH You’ve already assassinated Governor Hauss. The insurgents start to look at each other, confused. SETH And for that, you have my gratitude. SETH smirks. SETH Unfortunately, you have outlived your usefulness. SETH Now if you’ll excuse me... A helicopter flies next to the window behind SETH. SETH is completely calm. A SOLDIER wearing a gas mask is manning a gatling gun pointed directly at the window. SETH I have a flight to catch.
You can probably guess what happens next.
edited 5th Sep '11 9:29:48 PM by KyleJacobs