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Date Posted: 20:20:46 10/14/00 Sat
Author: Skylar Thomas, Celia Thomas, and Rellan Shard
Subject: I Don't Have Anything, Because I Don't Have You...

OOC NOTE: This is unHTMLized because I frankly don't have time to make it all pretty. The information would still be the same. Anyway, read it. It's kind of...VIOLENT! :D lol

::{Skylar never talked in his sleep. Sure, sometimes nightmares would jolt him out of bed; cold, salty sweat dripped down his sinewy, masculine frame; but he never spoke out loud or sang when he was asleep. Not until after the Pay Per View.}::

IMMEDIATELY AFTER ADRENALIN ERUPTION

::{Cleaning crews had come down to the ring after the Pay Per View had gone off the air. Men in striped yellow shirts and hard hats began filing around the rubble, as did paramedics, waiting to pull the half-dead survivors from the wreckage. Skylar had fallen with Storm and Damm through Bock and DeVine, a couple of tables, and two ring mats. Skylar landed neck first, shattering his collarbone. The force of the fall had knocked out three of his wisdom teeth. His left arm, broken in six different places, wrapped around his back like saran wrap. Both his legs, mangled beyond human repair, were bent in the OPPOSITE direction they usually bend. He felt Damm and Storm move around, but he couldn't. For the first time in a long time, he was silent - peaceful - at rest. Is this what dying is like? h thought. His voice echoed in his head. He looked up above him, at the highest ring, watching that ladder teeter ever so close to the hole. Finally it fell through the massive crevace. Skylar watched its descent, in slow motion. A soft, gentle float towards Earth below. It landed on Skylar with a wet thud. It didn't bounce. It didn't use its momentum to slide away from the men. It punctured Skylar's abdomen, spilling his intestines across planks of wood and bits of metal.}::

::{The pain was unbearable. Excruciating. Unbelievable. Pain is to Skylar is what like playing sports, or writing is to a normal person. He ENJOYED it. Basically, because he knew that ll of his injuries, no matter how destructive, could be repaired. That's why he can be so cavalier, so uncautioned with everyone and everything. He is as close as you can get to being immortal. He stared at the ladder, moving up and down with every breath hi took. As Damm and Storm began fighting, he lifted the ladder into the air very carefully. A piece of his samll intestine managed to entangle it self on a ladder rung. Balancing the ladder on his forearm, he carefully picked away the intestine as it began to snake its way back into his body. Bone and organs began to receed into his body once again, being rewritten over with fresh muscle and tendons. The decay of mortality had been wiped from him as that English caucasian tissue started to spread over the muscle. A second after he was finished re-assembling his body, Damm had won the match. No big deal, there would be others.}::

::{The crew began to pull the wood away. Skylar sat up and shook his headm shaking the dust from his spiky hair. Cracking his knuckles, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of cracked shades. Putting them on he yawned and stood up. Paramedics looked at him in utter disbelief. His black shirt, was wet - no - drenched with his own blood. Ignoring their stares, he walked off up the ramp and to the back where Celia was waiting with his trench coat.}::

Celia: How do you feel?

::{Skylar, lights up a Royal Gold cigarette and stares blankly at the floor.}::

Skylar: How am I supposed to feel?

::{Celia smirked and intertwined her arm around his.}::

Celia: This as been one hell of a night.

Skylar: Fucking Steven Fury...

Celia: pardon?

::{Skylar took a drag of his cigarette and inhaled it deeply. Scratching his eyebrow in thought, he continued walking with his twin.}::

Skylar: He thinks he owns the show. He thinks he can come out every damn week, make these ridiculous fucking matches, and MAKES everyone like them. Somebody out to whoop his ass... Oh wait... (smiling) Been there...done that...

::{Celia rested her head on Skylar's shoulder.}::

Celia: I'm afraid that I haven't been doing my part to further the Thomas name in the federation.

Skylar: Ah, that's bollocks, kid. Everyone loves you, and that badass Pitch Black of yours. Where the hell you learn that anyway?

Celia: I made it up. Pretty devistating if I get it just right.

Skylar: So why do you thik you're not that great?

Celia: I haven't won any belts.

Skylar: You don't exactly need to win a belt to be good.

Celia: But look at you...you're the GWA Maximus Champion; synonomous with HARDCORE. What am I. I'm just your sister...

Skylar: Celia... You can't be so down on yourself. Your time will come...trust me.

Celia: I hope your right.

Skylar: I know I'm right.

::{Celia continued walking with Skylar down the drab, gray cement hallway. Skylar smoked the cancer stick up to the filter before flicking it onto the lobby floor, much to the disgust of the janitor who just happened to be cleaning the floor. They exited the building into cool breeze of the night. Walking to the Celia's car, Skylar noticed a TV Van outside of the building. The same van that had been sitting there when he arrived a few days ago. Celia opened her car door and got in. Skylar enetered as well. She put the key in the ignition and turned it. It didn't turn over. Again. Nothing.}::

Skylar: This is great. Did you get a free toaster with this too?

Celia: Shut up.

::{Turn. Nothing. Again. Nothing.}::

Skylar: Lemme see what the problem is...

::{Exiting the car, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was there for a split second. A red light. The same light from a laser pen. But this light...was more defined. Sharper. And it was pointed at the car. Skylar turned ever so slightly, and noticed snipers. Everywhere. On top of the roof. In other cars. It was a motherf*cking ambush. Popping the hood, he leaned down and pretended to inspect the engine.}::

* * * * * * * * * * * *

IN THE TV VAN

Man: You think he noticed?

Man 2: What?

Man: Somebody on the rooftop accidentally turned on their tracer light for a second. You think he saw?

Man: I doubt it. He's good but he's not that good.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Skylar: Hey Celia, I wanna show something. I found the problem.

Celia: Why? Just fix it and lets go.

Skylar: Get the hell out of the car and get over here.

::{She knew then that Skylar wasn't going to say something about the car. She got out of the car and walked to Skylar. He pointed inside the engine and made gestures as he talked to make it look like everything was normal.}::

Skylar: We're in the middle of something. I don't know what, but very soon somebody is going to get shot if we don't get the hell out of here. My other coat is in the trunk right?

::{She nodded.}::

Skylar: Go get it.

::{She made her way to the back of the car and opened the trunk. She lifted his coat, far far heavier than she imagined. Carefully she brought it back to him as he switched coats. She went back and shut the trunk and then came to the front and pushed the hood down on the car.}::

Skylar: When I tell you to run, you run and you don't stop until your at least five miles away. We'll meet at the next card. Understand?

::{She bit her lip nervously and said yes.}::

Skylar: Run.

::{Celia shot like a rocket down the end of the parking lot and ran down the street and didn't stop until she reached a small vineyard were she laid low for a few hours.}::

* * * * * * * * * * * *

::{The two men inside the van exchanged confused glances. One of them picked up a walkie-talkie.}::

Man: Subject A has left the premises. Did you alert subject B somehow?

Man on Roof: Negative. Bravo team has been silent.

Man 2: Then why the hell did she run away? Wait, look... What is he doing?


::{Skylar stood in front of the car, wearing those cracked shades, looking dead ahead at the van in front of him. Slowly he began to raise his hands, as if to surrender. But with a flick of both his wrist, two M-79 grenade launchers shot forth from his arms, ripping the coat fabric.}::

Man: SWEET JESUS!

::{Skylar aimed at the van and fired. Two thick muffled bumps were heard before a gigantic explosive scream ripped through the van and the parking lot.

Man on Roof: Subject is on alert. Repeat subject is alert. Bravo team to--

::{Skylar, without looking towards the roof, simply pointed one of his M-79's up towards the roof of the add-on to the Colisseum. The grenade smacked soundly against the brick, sending men and pieces of the ancient monument into the air. Skylar started to gun down each car in the parking lot (better safe than sorry), watching them erupt into destroyed bits of steel. He could hear the distant sirens of the police, gunnng towards the Colisseum. Through the haze of the flames, man walked towards him. His hair, blond and slicked back. He wore red and black slik pants and had Japanese Kanji letters all over his body. His eyes were closed, but a smile ran across his lips.}::

Man: IMPRESSIVE! You are indeed worthy of the title Assassin...

::{At first, disbelief crossed the face of Skylar, and then he realized who it was...}::

Skylar: Rellan...

Rellan: You we're expecting someone else? Perhaps...DAELIN? The man that you murdered?

Skylar: Rellan, I DIDN'T kill your brother.

Rellan: Sure you did. You pointed that PSG-1 at his head and pulled the trigger. You decorated his hotel room with his face.

Skylar: Rellan, what do you want from me?

Rellan: By delivering you to the Order, I'll take my revenge in knowning that you'll be put away for a long time.

Skylar: The Order? Rellan, you STUPID FUCK!!! Don't you get it? They're using you to get to me!

Rellan: All I know is that I'm going to enjoy kicking the crap out of you.

::{Skylar frowned. It didn't matter who it was; if you threatened Skylar, you got your ass handed to you on a silver platter. Pulling off the coat, he tossed it to the ground.}::

Skylar: Let the games begin...

::{Both men ran towards each other at the same time, ascending into the air with jump kicks. Just as Rellan was about to kick Skylar in the chest, Skylar dodged the aerial assault and gave Rellan a mid air bicycle kick of his own - eight full force kicks to the chest to be exact. Rellan dropped to the rocky pavement and skidded across the lot, while Skylar landed on his feet. His back bleeding profusely, Rellan grabbed a thin, sharp piece of flaming metal and threw it directly in the path of Skylar's head. Skylar dropped back just far enough to dodge it. It sailed over his torso - maybe a half inch up from his face. He could feel the heat from the metal. Reaching behind him with tremendous agility, he caught the metal in his right hand. It sunk into his palm, but sailed back towards Rellan as Skylar hurled hit with all of his might. Rellan dodged it, just barely, and watched it sink into the chest of a member of the rooftop Bravo sniper team who finally made it down to the ground. The force from the flying metal lifted the poor bastard off of his feet, sending him flailing backwards a good ten feet through the air.}::

Skylar: Look at you... You're a little bitch.

::{Skylar reached behind his back and pulled out a short blade.}::

Skylar: Hmm, can Rellan bleed more than he already has? I don't know... LET'S FIND OUT.

::{He raised his blade, preparing to jam it deep into Rellan's neck. But Rellan saw the red dots suddenly appear on Skylar's chest; "painting" him amidst the flames and burning cinder. Skylar looked towards the origination of the lights and frowned. Then the gunshots rang out. Automatics. The bullets shredded through Skylar's body like a hot knife through butter. Skylar roared in anger walking towards the group of men, arms extended forward; lurching along like a hell bent zombie. The bullets bit deeply into his skin. He managed to haul off and hit a gunner in the face so hard, his head detatched from his body. Skylar finally dropped to his knees, gurgling blood. Rellan stood up wiping blood from his lip.}::

Rellan: He's all yours...

::{The men dragged Skylar into a nearby truck where they drove off, leaving Rellan alone in the midst of the towering flames. The police finally arrived. But Rellan had walked into a wall a flames and disappeared into the night.}::

::{They bound Skylar with rope and chains, despite his wounds. He laid in the back of the truck, half alive, half dead. His eyes sunk into his head in an exhausted daze. The Order had been quiet for so long and suddenly they appeared out of f*cking nowhere. His mind drifted hazily along a disconnected thought pattern. Images in his mind came to him and then left. It was disturbing to say the least. Then he started to think about the people he loved in his past. People he wanted to protect. He remembered Catherine Blake's suicide...and the death of Kitsune Mishima and thier unborn child... And now, who id he have. He had nobody. He wanted to think that Stacey could fill the gap in his tormented life. But she couldn't... He wouldn't let her. If he let her in to his heart, she would kill him... He drifted to sleep.}::

Man in Truck: Do you hear that? *turns around* Oh my god, he is nuts. The crazy bastard is singing...

::{Skylar, despite having shredded vocal chords, started to whisper lyrics to a song that fit his current situation so well...}::

Skylar: I stood on mountain tops, that over looked the world... I can't find anything, except a void inside... I went to places where, I could forget your name... I can't find anything, except a void inside...

::{Tears began to stream down his bloody cheeks.}::

Skylar: I don't have anything...because I don't have you.... I...don't have anything....

::{The truck sped down the empty Italian road towards the airport...}::

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