The completed weekly. I know, it's unpolished and it was mainly ruined by the ending, but school kept getting in the way; you won't believe how many times it took for me to finally break through the writer's block.
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“I assure you, my large friend, you’d be absolutely ecstatic over your new home!” laughed the annoying little man in a suit. “I’ve been serving in real estate for fifteen years and not once have I received a complaint from my customers!”
With a sigh, the Undefeated One followed him. Joining a clan had definitely been a good idea. He had thought that speaking with other warriors instead of fighting them might help, and it did. In a way.
Their preferred topics of conversations bored him, and their social intrigues were just about awkward enough to actually hurt.
Sometimes, it was even hurt enough to make him forget.
“I would drive over in the car, a lovely classic Volkswagen Beetle; did you see it? But unfortunately I don’t believe it was made for your, ah, muscular frames. You might be a little too big to fit inside, so, I guess we’re stuck with walking. Don’t worry, it isn’t far…”
The Undefeated One decided to do what he had not done in aeons; he switched off his hearing completely. It was a trick that he had learnt long ago to protect himself from his own voice. Never before, however, had he been forced to block a noise other than his roar.
But of course, the drone of the little man’s small-talk was almost as lethal as the shockwaves of his war cries.
How he missed the old times; they were harsh on him, true, but he missed them. The Undefeated One smiled; a rare and terrifying sight; as he reminisced the lost times.
The quiet street they walked on was becoming heated. The roads gradually strayed off into beaten dirt paths, and the occasional buildings on the sides turned into trees…
The gigantic hulking man was no more. In his place, the small boy ran, desperation fueling his spent and vainly protesting muscles as he powered through the underbrush, clutching the thieved eggs tightly to his chest.
Behind him, dozens of… creatures; for they were never given names; screamed and cried, their cruel clawed feet digging hard into the earth as they gave chase, crashing through the thin branches and leaves with impunity as they flapped their crude and featherless wings.
Toothed beaks snapped at his back; protruding roots tripped him and impeded his progress; and tough vines seemed to block every single path with conscious purpose. Yet, the bird-creatures behind him screeched and roared, and their shrill voices spurred him onwards, fear constantly powering his long-exhausted frame.
And then It appeared… the unnatural thing which thrice sought to take his life.
With a fiery roar that sent the bird creatures rushing back where they came from, the giant lizard crashed through the trees, fire burning in the pits of its eyes…
And then…
And then the annoying little man in the ugly suit rapped him on his knees, saying something that he couldn’t hear.
“…ust say that I’ve never seen anyone who could sleepwalk quite like you do, but I could recommend a good cure. Dr. Demmonds next door has a cure for anything, and he’d take care of your case in a jiffy. Not interested? Oh, well, if you insist. But we’re there!” He announced, with an exaggerated throw of his arm.
If he had not been practicing his hand at controlling his emotions for centuries, he could have groaned out loud at the choice his clan had made.
It was a construction of gleaming steel and glass. An abomination of over-modernism that, he guessed, was probably created for the sole purpose of taunting nature. And maybe to burn the eyes of whoever was unfortunate enough to look upon it.
With a sigh of resignation, the Undefeated One lumbered behind the Estate Agent, who seemed completely unaware of the lack of enthusiasm in his client.
“It was constructed to suit your every needs; as your fellows informed us, you are all rather keen on some sort of sport, I believe, so there are a myriad of training rooms, from gravity rooms to your average gyms to the quicksand pool. Though why on earth anyone would need that is beyond my knowledge.” The little man marched proudly right up to a pair of doors that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Fort Knox.
“Please stand still for the retinal scan,” a female voice droned. The Undefeated One almost rolled his eyes; humans did so love their technology. A camera flipped downwards from the ceiling of the porch, aimed directly at the midget estate agent’s face. “Identity confirmed: Reena.” “Welcome back to the house, Mister Reena.”
“Now, as you can see, or rather, hear, it comes with its own retinal scanner lock. If you’d like, there’s also the added security of a fingerprint scan, the digital lock, the traditional keyholes, the facial recognition software, and even a weight panel. This house you requested is probably the least likely house to be burglarized in the entire planet!” With a laugh, the Estate Agent swaggered through the open doorways.
For one moment, the Undefeated One considered the impracticability of a weight panel; How on earth would they carry anything into the fortress, if their weight was to be checked every time?
Then, seeing that the steel doors were sliding shut, he shrugged off his contemplations and casually ripped the doors open again, stooping slightly as he ducked into the doorway.
With a whirring sound, the doors stopped moving and the porch lights went out.
Glancing at the way of the little man, who was still lost in another speech on why he should buy the house, the Undefeated One grabbed hold of the door from the inside and quietly pulled it shut.
“…ink that you could even do some more expansion in the east wing if you happen to need the space anytime soon, since there are still a lot of empty rooms back there that serve that exact purpose. Oh, I almost forgot!” He exclaimed.
“Computer!” exclaimed the little man.
“Yes, mister Reena?” The same female voice sounded from somewhere above them.
“Computer, beam down a map of the entire facility, will you? Oh, and also switch on the lights when you’re done. Yes, I do think that shall be all.”
“As you wish, sir.”
With a humming sound, the lights flashed on, lighting up the large entrance hall completely. A three dimensional blue model appeared out of nowhere right in front of them; it took the Undefeated One a moment to understand that the model was made out of blue light that shone seemingly from the walls and the ceiling.
Inside his head, the giant was already cursing the house and his clan in every single language he spoke, starting from his native tongue to Latin to English and back to archaic Eldritch speech.
“…has an indoor pool, another rec room, and two more simulated shooting-grounds. Oh, and did I mention the gardens? You can see them right here, and they…” The Undefeated One turned his thoughts from the little man back to suppressing the violent emotions that clamored within him, threatening to overthrow the self-control that had kept them in check for at least a hundred years.
No! He would not get angry over the fact that his idiot clanmates couldn’t even pick a decent training ground! He would not allow his hatred of the comforts of the modern world to get the better of him! And above all, he would not get angry at the annoying little man who…
“And your friends specifically requested a gaming room, filled with the best gaming consoles there are known to man!” Added the estate agent with a most flamboyant wave. “Here it is, and if you like, we could go and see it right now!”
With a snarl of anger, The Undefeated One surrendered his control.
True warriors never let emotions get the better of them… echoed the voice of his mentor. Avoid anger, hatred, triumph, or shame at all costs…
I’ll deal with the consequences later.
The normally blank face now had the merest hint of displeasure on it; an occasional glint of malice that twinkled in the corners of his eyes; a merest furrow in the brows that would more easily be perceived as thoughtfulness than anger.
But deep inside, control had been lost.
With a determined stalk in his step, the Undefeated One walked away – right into a wall – and kept walking, effortlessly crashing through the reinforced steel.
“Warning, we are under attack, repeat, we are under attack!” Cried the computerized voice. “Entrance Hall A1 has its walls breached, possibly by heavy weaponry. Identifying threats as soon as possible.”
Giant, inch-deep footprints left in his wake along the marble floors, the giant crashed into the open, breaking into a run just as impossible amounts of weaponry seemed to leap out of the steel walls inside the house, swiveling wildly on their perches as they searched for the source of the “invasion”.
Human weaponry. With a snort, the Undefeated One faded into the shadows, allowing merest bit of satisfaction to show on his face before grabbing hold of his emotions, forcing them back where they belonged – dormant and, to all extents and purposes, non-existent.