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Date Posted: 02:49:19 01/20/03 Mon
Author: Diamond Brett Healey
Subject: Diamond Sky's, Chapter 2: A new friend
In reply to: Diamond Brett Healey 's message, "Diamond Sykes, Chapter 1: In the beginning" on 17:08:37 01/19/03 Sun

(OOC) ok the second installment of my life will unfold infront of your eye's, this is an exiting one. btw i spelt sky's wrong damit



Diamond Sky's

Chapter Two: A new friend

What does this man want? Why did he grab me?… Then the man got up from me and held out his hand to help me up. I backed off about a meter or so and got up slowly by my self. Then we were both staring at each other, until he started smiling and said.
“Brett Healey, I’ve been watching you for a while now, I know your pain, you are suffering dearly.” This was true, but how did he know? How could he have been watching me? He then started again.
“I am the gardener at your school, I have been working there for a while now, I drive past your house sometimes and see you crying. I am hear to help you Brett.” I didn’t spend much time in the gardens at school, so I didn’t notice him much. But I think now, Is he a guardian angel or something, come to help me?
“I’m no angel Brett, I’m just hear to help” he said
Ok now this is weird, he couldn’t have been reading my mind or anything, he must just think the same as me. Then he continued.
“Come inside Brett, I wont hurt you.”

So I followed him inside. Inside his house was all this traditional Asian cultural stuff hanging from the wall. As we walked down the hall, I noticed a lot of old black and white pictures. One of them caught my attention, it was a picture of a guy about my age, except he was Asian, and he was wearing a white karate uniform, holding a trophy on one hand. Then I spoke to the man.
“Excuse me sir, who is in this picture?”
“Please call me Masenko, that picture is me when I was 14, I won my first ever fighting tournament then.” He replied.
“You’re a fighter Mr. Masenko?” I answered
“Back in Japan I had no option, I was an orphan. Me an all the other orphans were taken away at a young age and trained into fighting machines, then we were entered in tournaments, and the people who took us away would make gambles with us and make thousands of dollars. Now follow me, then is where I will train you in the art of Karatonke, taught to me, witch I will pass onto you.” He said.
He was going to make me a fighter? How is somebody like me supposed to hurt anyone? I followed Masenko into a large room with wooden floorboards, the room was huge, at leased 30-40 feet on each side. Then Masenko lead me into the middle of the room ad began to talk.
“The art of Karatonke is the most non-violent martial arts there is, and therefore quite easy to learn, but if you abuse it, you can turn into the person who you hate most of all.”
The person I hate most of all? I guess that would be the guy from my dreams, the other Brett Healey who I looked down on, the egomaniac wearing that revolting purple silk shirt.

We then started the training. It was extremely easy, first I had to do a whole bunch of push ups, then a few laps around the house, I found most of this to be a synch, probably due to the fact that I get a big enough work out by the kids at school. Then, the hardest part so far was the concentrating session, we sat facing each other, the objective was to stare at each other for as long as we possibly could before giving up. I lasted about a minute, before my eyes were staring strait at the roof. Then Masenko spoke.
Its getting late Brett, this was a good first day of training, now your mother will be home in a few minutes, you’d better get home.” So I got up, said goody and went home, ironically, as soon as I got home, my mothers car pulled up. I decided to go to bed because my mum was drinking again, and I cant stand her yelling at my dad.

That night I had the same dream as usual, The other, older Brett Healey was walking through a city, a lady was walking the other way, he then stopped her in her paths and started insulting her clothes, please he should be insulting himself, I hate that shirt he’s got on. I woke up the next morning, it was Sunday, and I went next door to Masenko’s house. I didn’t bother knocking, I new he was expecting me, I went into the room where I was training, then I did the standard warm up before I began the next lesson

This lesson was agility, I had to jump over a few poles then go under some more, I had to climb a wall and do back flips and stuff. I’m surprised that I could do it all.

(Three months later)

“Congratulations Brett, you have completed the art of karatonke, you are now a Tonkemaster, you can do most anything, but don’t abuse it, like I said, you will turn into the person you hate most.” Masenko said.

So my training is complete, now what? What the hell did I do it all for anyway? There must be a reason. I’m now a Tonkemaster? What good does it do, Oh right, I can kick peoples ass with it. But I’m not that kind of person, maybe in a few years I’ll find out, I know I will, I didn’t waste 3 months for nothing did I? Did I?

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