Post by Rex on Mar 22, 2016 22:55:15 GMT -5
"Why...Why do you destroy everything!?"
You're just a monster aren't you! Nothing more than a common thug!"
"...It's all your fault...It's always been your fault"
You're just a monster aren't you! Nothing more than a common thug!"
"...It's all your fault...It's always been your fault"
With a sudden jolt of movement Rex, who was previously sleeping...Almost soundlessly, shot up into a sitting position, and started to pant and gasp. He was drenched in sweat, from head to toe, and had a looked of seemingly fear cover his face. He took a moment to relax himself, reminding himself that it was only a dream, it's always only a dream. With a few steady breaths, and some rational thinking, he slowly moved his legs over to the side of the bed, before slowly standing up, and heading towards his drawer. He grabbed a hold of the handle, to pull the drawer out, when suddenly the drawer flew out of the dresser, and flew across the room. The drawer then slammed into the wall opposite of him, before falling to the floor, pieces of the drawer lying around it along with pieces of cracked or chipped wall. All the while, Rex only looked on in shock, and disbelief...He'd hadn't done something that careless in a long time, normally he'd gotten his power control mastered, to the point that his body just remembered. He tried to simply chalk the mistake up to the restless dream, and went to put the drawer back in the dresser, but not before grabbing his common white over-shirt out of it first. He then grabbed the rest of his attire, making sure to be extra cautions as he did so, before getting dressed for the day...And his supposed meeting.
With himself washed up, dressed, and mentally organized he deiced to bide time, while he waited for the time of the respective meeting to arrive. He used this time, to think back to the dream...Or rather nightmare he'd just gotten tonight, as well as many nights in the past. It was one with him, younger and more devious, standing over a mountain of corpses most likely a gang that dared to challenge him. The smile on his face, while he beat down a males face into mere mush, was one of both satisfaction and...Almost lust. The feeling he had back then, destroying people who stood no chance against him...Was amazing, it was a rush of enjoyment, that he retook over and over, without remorse. Just a ruthless...Tyrant of a man, not caring what his actions did to anyone, only thinking of himself, and hiding behind his orphanage as a moral guide. While this beating went down, voices of friends long gone shouted and screamed at him to stop. Constant crying voices of people he swore he'd protect, screaming at him to stop his bloodshed...His chaos. Then...The names...The insults...Monster...Destroyer...Killer they all began to circle around him...Endlessly. Never stopping...Never going away...Never gonna get away.
In his slight haste and want to remember, and analyze the dream, he allowed timed to creep up on him. When he finally noticed what time it was, he quickly got up, and, again through his haste, when to throw open the door, and rush out. When he grabbed onto the door knob though, he felt the weak metal crush under the weight of his fist, causing it to deform, and nearly crumble to pieces at his feet. He'd...Done it again, he'd used more strength then he meant to once more. He couldn't just chalk this up to the dream anymore...Something was wrong with his power control...He tried to slowly close the door behind him, hoping the broken door knob doesn't come back to bite him later, and rushes towards the destination point. The beach.
All the while there, more and more moments, of unchained strength began showing itself. From him accidentally knocking down tree's, by simply bumping into them during his jog, to some of his steps, actually cracking the ground beneath his feet. It was starting to get out of control...And he was starting to wonder...If something was wrong with, not only his body...But his mind. Was he to stressed...Did he have to much to think about...What, could it be? "...." He let that slip past him once again, wanting to have a clear, focused mind for his meeting with his pal...Mako.
After a bit of time, he'd finally come jogging out of the forest, and onto the nice crystal sand of the beach. He took a moment, to look around the area to see if he could see his fishy friend, before spotting him a bit down, close to the water. Right on time...Like always. He chuckled to himself, wondering what kind of attitude he'd have today, thanks to him being late. He could never win with Mako, no excuse was really good enough. With a casual smile, and hands resting in his jeans pockets, he walked onto the beach, and down towards the water, to his bud, before calling out to him as he made it halfway to him. "Hey...Hope I didn't keep you...Waiting."
With himself washed up, dressed, and mentally organized he deiced to bide time, while he waited for the time of the respective meeting to arrive. He used this time, to think back to the dream...Or rather nightmare he'd just gotten tonight, as well as many nights in the past. It was one with him, younger and more devious, standing over a mountain of corpses most likely a gang that dared to challenge him. The smile on his face, while he beat down a males face into mere mush, was one of both satisfaction and...Almost lust. The feeling he had back then, destroying people who stood no chance against him...Was amazing, it was a rush of enjoyment, that he retook over and over, without remorse. Just a ruthless...Tyrant of a man, not caring what his actions did to anyone, only thinking of himself, and hiding behind his orphanage as a moral guide. While this beating went down, voices of friends long gone shouted and screamed at him to stop. Constant crying voices of people he swore he'd protect, screaming at him to stop his bloodshed...His chaos. Then...The names...The insults...Monster...Destroyer...Killer they all began to circle around him...Endlessly. Never stopping...Never going away...Never gonna get away.
In his slight haste and want to remember, and analyze the dream, he allowed timed to creep up on him. When he finally noticed what time it was, he quickly got up, and, again through his haste, when to throw open the door, and rush out. When he grabbed onto the door knob though, he felt the weak metal crush under the weight of his fist, causing it to deform, and nearly crumble to pieces at his feet. He'd...Done it again, he'd used more strength then he meant to once more. He couldn't just chalk this up to the dream anymore...Something was wrong with his power control...He tried to slowly close the door behind him, hoping the broken door knob doesn't come back to bite him later, and rushes towards the destination point. The beach.
All the while there, more and more moments, of unchained strength began showing itself. From him accidentally knocking down tree's, by simply bumping into them during his jog, to some of his steps, actually cracking the ground beneath his feet. It was starting to get out of control...And he was starting to wonder...If something was wrong with, not only his body...But his mind. Was he to stressed...Did he have to much to think about...What, could it be? "...." He let that slip past him once again, wanting to have a clear, focused mind for his meeting with his pal...Mako.
After a bit of time, he'd finally come jogging out of the forest, and onto the nice crystal sand of the beach. He took a moment, to look around the area to see if he could see his fishy friend, before spotting him a bit down, close to the water. Right on time...Like always. He chuckled to himself, wondering what kind of attitude he'd have today, thanks to him being late. He could never win with Mako, no excuse was really good enough. With a casual smile, and hands resting in his jeans pockets, he walked onto the beach, and down towards the water, to his bud, before calling out to him as he made it halfway to him. "Hey...Hope I didn't keep you...Waiting."
