by Destinykil Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:00 amOmnipotent Arts Chapter 1
Omnipotent Arts Chapter 2
Chapter III: Nighttime City Life
Q looks around carefully like a hawk as he passes by each house and each alley. Sounds of rats, and trash cans can be heard all around. Q does his best to avert his eyes from the thugs on the streets. He knows it’s best to avoid a fight rather than start one. He continues his walk down the main street and see’s a few thugs about to break into a car. He weighs the options in his head whether or not to fight them off and save someone’s car or let them be. The thugs look around cautiously, Q quickly turns behind a building for cover. He holds his head and shakes it slowly. He would never let criminals triumph, but starting a fight in this city or any city for that matter isn’t such a great idea. Finally Q comes to the decision of taking an alternate route from the main street to avoid the thugs. What happens, happens. Yes, it wasn’t right to just walk away but Q knew it was the best decision in terms of Pro’s and Cons. He finds himself in a dark alley, the street lights of course were out. Not like the mayor ever does anything to fix things. Q squints his eyes as they begin to adjust to the darkness. He begins to make out the walls of buildings and the path ahead. He walks with a fast pace hoping to escape the darkness soon. Q makes sharp turns around buildings and doesn’t let up on his pace. After turning the next corner, Q see’s the a working street light, best to head towards that. Q practically runs towards the light before coming to a complete halt from hearing a large smashing sound. He takes cover on the building wall and peers around the corner.
Q notices a gang of thugs sitting on top of someone’s car. He looks up to see sparks from the street light they just busted. Makes sense in his mind now, no light equals no chance to see their faces. Q smirks at this and looks away. Again he begins weighing options to confront them or not. He peers back around the corner attempting to count how many are there. With his limited vision and lack of light, Q can only make out 5 of them. He knew things would obviously get much worse as he finally got to the train station so he decided to mind his business and slip out from the darkness and walk away from them. One of the thugs picking his teeth looks over at Q and nudges his boss. His boss looks at Q and notices the duffel bag attached to his back. He nods at his members and 3 of them start walking over to Q.
“Hey you! Whatcha got in the bag? Best to cough it up and not get hurt ya hear?”
Q continues to walk forward ignoring the thugs.
“Didn’t ya hear me fool? Turn around and drop the bag before I break your arm!”
Q smirks and continues to walk forward unphased by the thugs. One of them rushes up to Q and slaps his hand down onto Q’s shoulder. Q immediately stops and turns his head a bit. The thug laughs at Q and calls his partners forward. They surround Q and begin cracking their knuckles.
“We said drop the bag. Since you ignored us twice, we are going to have to beat our message into you.”
Q began chuckling and the thugs stopped laughing and stared at him with maliciousness. Q let the bag down easily and it hit the ground with a thud.
“Get your hand off my shoulder now or you will regret it and so will your thug friends.”
The thug laughed and slapped Q upside the head with his free hand. Q stumbled forward a bit and the other 2 thugs pushed him back towards the other. Q snorted and rubbed the back of his head.
“See, my name is Flame. I’m the right hand man of that guy over there. And from his looks, he isn’t too happy with you ignoring me. So you’re going to take this beating as a warning because next time, I’ll kill ya.”
Q turned his full attention towards Flame. He snorted at him and grunted. Flame laughed and turned around as if he was leaving. In that very moment he spun back around throwing a wild fist at Q. Q slid his body to the side and watched Flame stumble forward a bit. As their heads passed each other Q whispered, “Bad move.” Q spun his foot around and trapped Flame’s arm under his and flipped him over his back. Flame hit the ground with a loud thud. The other two gang members sneered at launched punches at Q. Q ducked under one and trapped the arm moving it into the other punch. The two thugs backed up rubbing their hands that just collided with one another. Flame gets up holding his stomach, and reaches into his pocket and draws a blade. Q signals him to come forward with the blade, which is just what Flame did. He started swinging and stabbing wildly with the blade. Q shifted the weight on his feet opposite ways to shift his body away from the blade. IT was if Q was untouchable. Flame kept on the attack with the blade and started to move forward. Q continues to dodge and move backwards without a problem. He gazed over his shoulder to see the other two thugs coming at him. This was a problem, Q thought it best to take them out now seeing as how they were weak. After Flame’s last stab, Q spun around and wrapped his arms under each of the two thugs armpits and flipped them over his shoulders. They both his the ground with a thud. Q spins back around and catches Flame’s impending stab with his hand and twists Flame’s wrist causing him to screech and drop the blade. Q throws a coordinated punch to Flame’s jaw sending him backwards and onto his ass. He spins back around to the two thugs gasping for air and raises his foot. He drops it down with such force as it gravity multiplied making it heavier. His heel contacts one of the thugs chest. Instantaneously, the thug coughed up blood and began shaking before going completely still. Q knew his smashes the Zyfoid Process, a bone in the center chest when shattered breaks the whole rib cage. He looks at Flame who is still on the ground and then turns his attention to the other thug attempting to stand. Q uses his foot to swipe the thugs hand making him fall again. Q squats down and takes a good look at the thug. He sighs and pats him on the head. He rises and lifts his foot again. And with the same amount of gravity defying pressure, drops it on the back of the thugs neck. The thug instantly goes still. Q again knew he severed the C2 joint in the neck paralyzing the thug. Finally, Q turns his attention towards Flame who was just getting back to his feet, blade in hand.
Flame wiped the blood trickling from his jaw and frowned at Q. He took a quick look back at his boss who was just sitting there watching intently. When Flame took a look back, Q was holstering the duffel bag back onto his back and began walking away. Flame flipped Q off behind his back and then began rushing at him again. Q turns around and throws his duffel bag up in the air, Flame looks up and by the time his gaze returns to Q, a fist bashes him in the face causing him to fall and start bleeding. Q hovers over him now cracking his knuckles and bending down getting face to face with Flame.
“What’re going to do, kiss me?”
Q twitched at the comment and thrust his head right into Flame’s. Flame fell back unconscious instantly and Q rose back up. He looked into the dark at the boss and gave him a goodbye wave. The boss waved back and then leaped off the car walking into the darkness.
Q reached for his duffel bag and holstered it back onto his shoulder and began walking away from the scene he has just caused. Flame lied there unconscious, bleeding quite profusely. Apparently his boss didn't care for weaklings who couldn't even apprehend a bag from a wayward traveler. Q rounded a few more corners before finally gazing upon the Train Station sign. The only reasons he was able to make the sign out was because of the flickering light and the rusty train cart to the side of him crashed into a building. This city was definitely disgusting and gruesome. Q hopped up the steps to the train station and knocked on the kiosque window. After a few minutes of waiting someone finally popped up and angrily asked what Q wanted.
“May I please purchase one train ticket to the Land of Muay Thai? It's really important I get there soon.”
The old man eyed him carefully before spitting at the window and ringing up one ticket. Q smiled and reached for the ticket before the old man pulled it away from him grasp. “That'll be 150$. HAHAHAH! Too expensive? Looks like you aren't getting to where you need to go. Deal with it and piss off.”
Q's eye twitched at the rudeness directed right at him. He put his finger in the air and quickly flicked his wrist at the glass. The whole thing shattered into tiny pieces. The motion was so fluid and fast the old man froze in fear. Q snatched the ticket from his hand, smiled and waved him good bye. He entered the train and politely gave the man his ticket. Q took his seat and sighed in relief. He was finally ready to leave this city.
Omnipotent Arts Chapter 2
Chapter III: Nighttime City Life
Q looks around carefully like a hawk as he passes by each house and each alley. Sounds of rats, and trash cans can be heard all around. Q does his best to avert his eyes from the thugs on the streets. He knows it’s best to avoid a fight rather than start one. He continues his walk down the main street and see’s a few thugs about to break into a car. He weighs the options in his head whether or not to fight them off and save someone’s car or let them be. The thugs look around cautiously, Q quickly turns behind a building for cover. He holds his head and shakes it slowly. He would never let criminals triumph, but starting a fight in this city or any city for that matter isn’t such a great idea. Finally Q comes to the decision of taking an alternate route from the main street to avoid the thugs. What happens, happens. Yes, it wasn’t right to just walk away but Q knew it was the best decision in terms of Pro’s and Cons. He finds himself in a dark alley, the street lights of course were out. Not like the mayor ever does anything to fix things. Q squints his eyes as they begin to adjust to the darkness. He begins to make out the walls of buildings and the path ahead. He walks with a fast pace hoping to escape the darkness soon. Q makes sharp turns around buildings and doesn’t let up on his pace. After turning the next corner, Q see’s the a working street light, best to head towards that. Q practically runs towards the light before coming to a complete halt from hearing a large smashing sound. He takes cover on the building wall and peers around the corner.
Q notices a gang of thugs sitting on top of someone’s car. He looks up to see sparks from the street light they just busted. Makes sense in his mind now, no light equals no chance to see their faces. Q smirks at this and looks away. Again he begins weighing options to confront them or not. He peers back around the corner attempting to count how many are there. With his limited vision and lack of light, Q can only make out 5 of them. He knew things would obviously get much worse as he finally got to the train station so he decided to mind his business and slip out from the darkness and walk away from them. One of the thugs picking his teeth looks over at Q and nudges his boss. His boss looks at Q and notices the duffel bag attached to his back. He nods at his members and 3 of them start walking over to Q.
“Hey you! Whatcha got in the bag? Best to cough it up and not get hurt ya hear?”
Q continues to walk forward ignoring the thugs.
“Didn’t ya hear me fool? Turn around and drop the bag before I break your arm!”
Q smirks and continues to walk forward unphased by the thugs. One of them rushes up to Q and slaps his hand down onto Q’s shoulder. Q immediately stops and turns his head a bit. The thug laughs at Q and calls his partners forward. They surround Q and begin cracking their knuckles.
“We said drop the bag. Since you ignored us twice, we are going to have to beat our message into you.”
Q began chuckling and the thugs stopped laughing and stared at him with maliciousness. Q let the bag down easily and it hit the ground with a thud.
“Get your hand off my shoulder now or you will regret it and so will your thug friends.”
The thug laughed and slapped Q upside the head with his free hand. Q stumbled forward a bit and the other 2 thugs pushed him back towards the other. Q snorted and rubbed the back of his head.
“See, my name is Flame. I’m the right hand man of that guy over there. And from his looks, he isn’t too happy with you ignoring me. So you’re going to take this beating as a warning because next time, I’ll kill ya.”
Q turned his full attention towards Flame. He snorted at him and grunted. Flame laughed and turned around as if he was leaving. In that very moment he spun back around throwing a wild fist at Q. Q slid his body to the side and watched Flame stumble forward a bit. As their heads passed each other Q whispered, “Bad move.” Q spun his foot around and trapped Flame’s arm under his and flipped him over his back. Flame hit the ground with a loud thud. The other two gang members sneered at launched punches at Q. Q ducked under one and trapped the arm moving it into the other punch. The two thugs backed up rubbing their hands that just collided with one another. Flame gets up holding his stomach, and reaches into his pocket and draws a blade. Q signals him to come forward with the blade, which is just what Flame did. He started swinging and stabbing wildly with the blade. Q shifted the weight on his feet opposite ways to shift his body away from the blade. IT was if Q was untouchable. Flame kept on the attack with the blade and started to move forward. Q continues to dodge and move backwards without a problem. He gazed over his shoulder to see the other two thugs coming at him. This was a problem, Q thought it best to take them out now seeing as how they were weak. After Flame’s last stab, Q spun around and wrapped his arms under each of the two thugs armpits and flipped them over his shoulders. They both his the ground with a thud. Q spins back around and catches Flame’s impending stab with his hand and twists Flame’s wrist causing him to screech and drop the blade. Q throws a coordinated punch to Flame’s jaw sending him backwards and onto his ass. He spins back around to the two thugs gasping for air and raises his foot. He drops it down with such force as it gravity multiplied making it heavier. His heel contacts one of the thugs chest. Instantaneously, the thug coughed up blood and began shaking before going completely still. Q knew his smashes the Zyfoid Process, a bone in the center chest when shattered breaks the whole rib cage. He looks at Flame who is still on the ground and then turns his attention to the other thug attempting to stand. Q uses his foot to swipe the thugs hand making him fall again. Q squats down and takes a good look at the thug. He sighs and pats him on the head. He rises and lifts his foot again. And with the same amount of gravity defying pressure, drops it on the back of the thugs neck. The thug instantly goes still. Q again knew he severed the C2 joint in the neck paralyzing the thug. Finally, Q turns his attention towards Flame who was just getting back to his feet, blade in hand.
Flame wiped the blood trickling from his jaw and frowned at Q. He took a quick look back at his boss who was just sitting there watching intently. When Flame took a look back, Q was holstering the duffel bag back onto his back and began walking away. Flame flipped Q off behind his back and then began rushing at him again. Q turns around and throws his duffel bag up in the air, Flame looks up and by the time his gaze returns to Q, a fist bashes him in the face causing him to fall and start bleeding. Q hovers over him now cracking his knuckles and bending down getting face to face with Flame.
“What’re going to do, kiss me?”
Q twitched at the comment and thrust his head right into Flame’s. Flame fell back unconscious instantly and Q rose back up. He looked into the dark at the boss and gave him a goodbye wave. The boss waved back and then leaped off the car walking into the darkness.
Q reached for his duffel bag and holstered it back onto his shoulder and began walking away from the scene he has just caused. Flame lied there unconscious, bleeding quite profusely. Apparently his boss didn't care for weaklings who couldn't even apprehend a bag from a wayward traveler. Q rounded a few more corners before finally gazing upon the Train Station sign. The only reasons he was able to make the sign out was because of the flickering light and the rusty train cart to the side of him crashed into a building. This city was definitely disgusting and gruesome. Q hopped up the steps to the train station and knocked on the kiosque window. After a few minutes of waiting someone finally popped up and angrily asked what Q wanted.
“May I please purchase one train ticket to the Land of Muay Thai? It's really important I get there soon.”
The old man eyed him carefully before spitting at the window and ringing up one ticket. Q smiled and reached for the ticket before the old man pulled it away from him grasp. “That'll be 150$. HAHAHAH! Too expensive? Looks like you aren't getting to where you need to go. Deal with it and piss off.”
Q's eye twitched at the rudeness directed right at him. He put his finger in the air and quickly flicked his wrist at the glass. The whole thing shattered into tiny pieces. The motion was so fluid and fast the old man froze in fear. Q snatched the ticket from his hand, smiled and waved him good bye. He entered the train and politely gave the man his ticket. Q took his seat and sighed in relief. He was finally ready to leave this city.
