Dominic 'sid' Faire - by Birtdog
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Luther Wright - by Rochedan
Unfortunately, due to absence of Birtdog, I am forced to post my entry without further waiting for his return and his entry. Our ultimate deadline was set for today, because I am leaving towards Indonesia for a deserved vacation. Birtdog, if you're reading this, you can still send your entry towards Mecha-Hewitt. He will edit the thread and add a poll.
I will return in three weeks, hopefully I will see a finished poll along with feedback on our entries!
Of course, feel free to read and comment on my entry before Birtdog has send his.
Rochedan's entry:
My entry in google.doc format (original lay-out)
Forum version: (This one does not have the italics and proper lay-out! I advise the google.doc!)
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When the operator announced that Luther would shortly be able to start using the old hospitals gym, Luther was very excited.
He would continue his training with the very talented Bellatrix, his personal trainer.
The great techniques she knew and her incredible expertize at kick-boxing were a local legend inside the corporation. It was popularly believed that she learned her techniques from The Operator, though she had never confirmed this when asked.
It was early in the morning. Luther stepped through a long and rather boring corridor inside the hospital. Today would be his first training since a month, and he was sure it would be an exhausting one. Bellatrix was already waiting for him inside the hospitals gym hall. The last time he was late Bellatrix made him do push-ups until he fainted. The memory itself made Luther’s biceps tingle. Briefly Luther increased his pace even more.
His black sports bag bounced of his right hip upon every step. In his hurry he only brought the most essential things with him: a towel, some water, and an extra T-shirt.
A blue sign at the end of the corridor came as a pleasant surprise to Luther: “Gym hall ” was written in white letters with an black arrow pointed towards the right. He had made it. A ordinary white clock above the sign told him he was actually ten minutes early.
Luther took the right turn and remembered what the Operator had told him: The left wall of the corridor had multiple windows that showed the green scenery outside. While on the right side there would be three doors leading towards the gym hall. one would lead directly towards the gym hall while the other two doors would lead towards changing rooms. There were signs on the changing room doors; one showed a female and one showed a male. In his hurry Luther opened the nearest door without thinking nor looking at the sign.
And stood still blushing like a tomato.
Bellatrix pulled the black sports jacket which hung around her shoulders. “Did you want anything Luther?” she asked calmly. In one hand she held a simple hairbrush, and her dark hair, which waved down her neck, glowed as if she’d brushed it. The room was small, on the left a few metal lockers, in the middle a wooden bench, and on the right a small opening towards the showers. The air smelled of talcum powder.
“I thought this was the men’s changing room” he managed to stutter. “Sorry Bellatrix, this is the first time I got here, and… I thought…”
“What do you want, Luther?”
He took a deep breath “Nothing, I just barged in the wrong room that’s all.”
The hairbrush resumed its movement and for a moment there was a small smile around Bellatrix lips. “You always tend to do things without thinking, and for god sake call me Bella”.
Luther growled and shuffled with his feet.
“Was there something else Luther?”
“uh… no.”
He stood back in the corridor behind the closed door and paused for a moment, leaning against it. God, just barging in like that, and she… She was a pretty lady. And perhaps old enough to be my mom, or older. Luther thought other men inside the corporation would have asked Bella to go for a lunch after. No, not even those men would be foolish enough to chum up with her. He focused himself and went towards the next door, the sign showed a male figure.
The changing room was empty and looked exactly the same as the women’s room. Quickly Luther approached the first metal locker and dropped his sports bag inside. He was already wearing his sports clothes so he wasn’t really in need of any changing. Bellatrix---- Bella, wanted him to wear short loose sport pants and a black T-shirt, although if he had a choice he’d prefer to train bare chested. His knuckles and feet didn’t need any protection, his thick skin, the Roch, would be enough protection. Briefly he made his way inside the actual gym hall.
It wasn’t really a hall, rather a big room with a low ceiling. Two walls, one directly in front of Luther and one to his left, were covered with mirrors. Luther saw his own athletic reflection. His eyes shifted almost directly at his own mark, a prominent circle with a small v inside. I can’t blame people for looking at my mark when even my own eyes seem to be attracted to it. He stood still and observed his appearance for a moment. The glow of his skin, a purple glow caused by the Roch, seemed to have diminished to a vague shimmer. The Operator had gave him big and disgusting pills to decrease the Roch’s visual appearances. But at least they worked. Luther growled and shook his head.
Luther scanned the room and started wondering why there was no training equipment, not even a single weight or punch bag. His thoughts got interrupted by a reflection in the mirror in front of him. Bella coming from her changing room next to him. The woman emitted power and elegance by just walking towards him. Luther found himself staring at the short tights she was wearing. His eyes moved up towards her face, she was looking straight into his eyes. For a short moment Luther thought he saw some excitement in her eyes, but he didn’t know for sure. “Did you come here to train or to stare at me Luther?” Luther quickly turned around and started stretching his legs and arms. How can I not look at that amazing body, for god sake… she makes me feel like a fool. Luther was sure she did it on purpose, she knew Luther always admired her, and not only for her combat techniques.
“Why is there no equipment Bella? I thought we’d start with the usual warm-up” Luther asked eager to know the answer. Instead of an answer Bella sprinted towards Luther and tried to tackle his feet. Luther saw the sudden movement in the mirror but was too surprised to respond in time. He felt her feet knocking against his ankles and he fell backwards towards the ground. While in mid-air he managed to spin around just in time to land on his hands. Quickly Luther stood up, vague sounds of bare feet on the laminated floor told him Bella stood behind him. But before Luther was able to turn around her feet hit Luther’s ankles again. Instead of falling backwards Luther managed to use the force of her tackle to make a backflip.
As Luther landed back on his feet, Bella already stood right in front of him with her fists up. “We are not using any equipment today Luther, The Operator instructed me to train you like he trained me, bare fists only”.
So the rumors were true after all. Luther raised his eyebrows in disbelieve, the Operator wanted her to fight Luther without protection?
Bella raised her eyebrows. “What, you think I can’t take a punch? Hit me! If you can!” her fighting stance told Luther she was serious, but her smile told him this was just child’s game for her.
What were you thinking fool, she’s a combat expert of course she can handle it.
Without waiting for her to make a move Luther leaped forwards with the intention to hit Bella’s face with his elbow. The move was fast but his mentor was faster. Quickly Bella side stepped and went for a straight punch towards Luther’s kidneys. A shock of pain told Luther she was to be taken serious. “Stop trying to hit me and hit me!”, she said with a commanding voice. Another fist went for Luther’s kidneys. This time Luther was faster than her, he blocked the punch with his right elbow and then went for a right straight punch towards her face. Bella quickly ducked underneath and low-kicked against Luther’s feet. Again Luther fell backwards, this time unable to turn mid-air, the back of his head hit the ground with a muffled bump. “I thought you were a better fighter Luther” Bella laughed at him.
A bright red flash reflected in the mirrors after she said the last words. With incredible speed Luther jumped back up and went for an one-two punch at Bella. She easily blocked his fists but was driven backwards as Luther kept on throwing punches at her. Why can’t I hit her, come on man! Luther thought. Another red flash, Luther’s speed increased. Bella’s eyes were completely focused on Luther’s incoming punches and her arms were busy avoiding those fists to meet her face. Moments passed and sweat stung in Luther’s eyes. But he didn’t stop. Bella had moved all the way back towards one of the mirror covered walls. He could see his mark flashing red in the mirror’s reflection. HIT HER! Luther put all his weight and all his speed in a final punch. As if Bella expected the final punch she grabbed his arm and tossed Luther against the mirror. Although the speed and force of impact were great, the mirror wasn’t damaged.
“Do you know why you can’t hit me Luther?” Bella asked between her breath.
Luther slowly got back on his feet, his head felt dizzy and his back hurt from the impact. His mark wasn’t emitting light anymore.
“Your techniques are better than mine” Luther responded.
“No Luther, you know just as much as I do when it comes down to techniques” Bella said while shaking her head and wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.
“The thing is, you are too reckless. I knew you’d come up with a final punch, like you always do. And those one-two punches, come on, you knew I could easily block those”.
Luther nodded and agreed with Bella’s statements, he did fight reckless. But something bothered him, She tried to make me angry, she had never done that before, only a fool would try to provoke me.
Luther spoke his thoughts without further overthinking: “Why did you provoke me like that, you’ve never done that before”.
“I did, and it worked, you fought like a reckless beast instead of an experienced fighter. I wanted to show you why you should never let your emotions take control of your body Luther”.
Easier said than done .Luther thought agitated, because he knew his emotions easily took control of him. Bella continued her speech: “I’m going to learn you how to stay emotionless when you fight, to stay focused even when throwing punches at your enemies. It’s going to take a lot of time and discipline” Bella lifted her fists in front of her face, teasing Luther to charge at her. “Hit me if you can”.
After a few more intense fights Bella told Luther he was done for today. He was relieved when she said this, Luther had taken quite the beating and his muscles began to feel soar.
He returned to his changing room and started undressing himself for a quick wash-up.
The gym shower was small and the walls were covered with the usual white bathroom tiles. Luther wasn’t surprise to see only four sprinklers. He picked the sprinkler with a clear view on his locker and most part of the changing room. He learned to always be weary when taking a shower at the gym, all his stuff got stolen the last time he took a shower and didn’t pay attention to his locker.
Luther loved the after-work out shower, his muscles felt like they were burning and the cold water made him feel like hot metal being quenched. Caught up in the moment he let out a big breath of air, closed his eyes and enjoyed the shower. That was the most intense work out I ever had. But it was a good one and I will keep training with Bella, until I can beat her. Luther smiled because of his own little wordplay.
Suddenly Luther felt a presence of somebody. He opened his eyes and saw Bella casually leaning against the locker directly in front of him, observing Luther.
Luckily Luther was facing the wall with the sprinkler above him.
“Nice ass” Bella laughed “now we’re even!”.
Footsteps confirmed she left the changing room after she said her last words.
Now we’re even? Luther repeated her words in his head. Well maybe it was my own fault for barging into the ladies room. Luther cursed himself for his pathetic ears that didn’t hear Bella enter the room.
He was done showering now, after this confrontation he couldn’t manage to enjoy it anymore. He was just about to turn off the sprinkler when a noise came from the changing room behind him. Is she serious? Well this time I won’t be shy. Frowned Luther slowly turned around showing all his glory. Just to see a tall young man. The man looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days and his skin was as pale as Luther’s butt cheeks. Filthy and untended long black hairs masked most of the man’s face, but Luther could see one eye, it was solid black. Luther shivered although the shower was pretty warm.
“Jesus you scared me man, I thought you were somebody else” Luther apologized.
The man didn’t respond, instead a vague sound of whisper reached Luther’s ears. “Sss…”. Luther realized there was something off about the man. His eyes observed what the man was wearing. The white shirt seemed normal when Luther looked at it the first time. Luther thought the man was just standing with his arms crossed in front of him. But now Luther noticed there were multiple sleeves attached to the shirt, they were empty, long and reached the floor, Luther estimated they were about three meters long. The upper two sleeves actually had arms in them, Luther now noticed what was odd about the shirt. It was a straitjacket. Don’t mental patients wear this? But that would mean that---- The man suddenly leaped towards Luther growling with vicious teeth.
Luther was surprised by the speed of the charge. Nevertheless he managed to step aside just in time to hear the man in the straitjacket hit the bathroom tiles. Luther thought it would be best to just knock-out the maniac who just charged at him and drag him outside the hospital. A quick jab to the man’s cheek should take care of that. Luther quickly right-jabbed at the man who was stunned by the impact against the wall. Suddenly something soft and white wrapped around Luther’s arm. He was mid-air by the time he realized the thing wrapped around his arm was actually one of the straitjacket’s sleeves.
Completely surprised by those abnormal sleeves Luther got smashed against the wall behind him. Jesus Christ, this guy could rip me apart with those sleeves, I have to get out of here!
Without hesitation Luther started sprinting towards the door leading outside, towards the corridor. The man with the straitjacket was salivating with his mouth wide open. “Time to die” it sounded dry and raspy as if the man never spoke. Multiple sleeves flew towards Luther, trying to trip him and blocking his way. Luther tried to go left, towards the corridor, but the sleeves blocked his way and smashed the wall in front of him. Luther had to turn around and make