TWS Hype Post #3: Clash's Back-Story
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saladloveTWS Hype Post #3. This is a back-story for one of the main characters, Clash. This was written entirely by Clash. Enjoy! Warning, a very tragic death.
All the components were placed, everything was set properly so I wouldn’t blow myself up, and I had peanuts for both the final charges and for eating. Mmm, peanuts. Not like I liked working at this craptastic restaurant. I hated it. So, off with their heads! Wait, no… Down with their fryers and freezers! I taped a couple of peanuts to the lighter and threw it into the building before sprinting away from it as fast as I could (which was much much faster than that stupid manager could on his best day). No one inside, no witnesses, holiday weekend, plenty of time to get away from the scene before someone called the cops. And then it dawned on me. I had left my bag of peanuts in the blast radius!
“Nooooooooo!” I shouted in despair, turning to face the exploding and burning restaurant with tears running down my face that weren’t from the fumes of burning onions. Okay, some of them were from the onions, but they were mostly from my peanuts who had died too young to make it into my stomach or into a bomb. I held a moment of silence before turning away and into the woods to the east of the town so I could avoid the local law enforcement who would undoubtedly swarm the scene within minutes.
I kept running, and running, and running even more, It wasn’t an issue; I was healthy enough, and being on the college track team certainly helped. I pulled out some earbuds from my pocket and plugged them into the phone in my back pocket, cranking up the volume. I hated not having anything to do, and music was always the absolution to me, the rest of the world shutting up for once. Letting my thoughts be my own… At least, I thought they were my own. It was always so fractured and split, every day looking like it was 400% different than the last. Focusing on one just led to a never ending train from scattered thought about one thing to the next.
I hopped on a log and was walking across it to get over a large ravine in my way, and I looked up, seeing a couple of guys in their late twenties holding some old knives and one appeared to have a small hand gun.
“Kid, give us all your money or else you’re kickin’ the can out here in the middle of the woods,” the one with the gun said in a trying-to-be-menacing voice. Two with knives inched closer over the log, boxing me in, leaving me no place to go but down into the ravine. Where’s the fun in running, though?
“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t have any money. I have some peanut shells though. Want those?” I aske in the most innocent voice a bearded twenty-year-old guy could muster. Obviously, my charm didn’t phase them at all, so I just spoke normally again. “Okay, y’all. I’m giving you to the count of… too late!~” I pulled a pair of knives from sheaths around my wrists out and shot one off at the one with a gun in an instant. He fell screaming, clutching his hand as the gun fell into the ravine, clattering against the rocks at the bottom. I smiled sweetly and felt adrenaline change me (not that I could ever truly say I was entirely free of the charge my body shot me with whenever it felt like). I stood my ground, smile lighting up my features, cleared my throat, and began to sing a song, like I always tended to do (even if my voice was terrible).
“There is nothing they can do
To protect a king and his fool
Caught in the fire, watch it burn
Ash to ash, now it’s our turn.
Take their kingdom down and smash it to pieces
Turn their feet around, they will be defeated
They will crumble at the sight of our legion
If you want the crown, then you’ve got to break them down”
I paused for a moment and looked at all the faces before me, looking on at my insanity.
“Break them!~”
I charged the men on the farthest side of the bridge from me, stabbing down at his thigh with the left-hand knife while blocking his lunge with my my knife-less right. He knelt down, screaming in pain as I kicked the knife deeper into (and probably through) his thigh, drawing a longer, thicker hunting knife from a small sheath on my back. No one moved forward to fight me, instead all fleeing, leaving their two injured allies behind. I skipped past them into the forest, deeper, non-stop until I reached the far side the following morning. I felt no fatigue, no sense of tiredness from my lack of sleep. I could never find anything to make myself stop until I just dropped from overuse of my muscles and passed out while I recovered. I kept going always, but that was just how I had always been. I wondered where Taryyn was, and how she has doing with Darrion. They always seemed to have so much fun together, and I had left the night they had started dating, just because I hadn’t gotten a ride to college and needed to walk there. “Walk” meaning I had gotten there in less than an hour with my small bag of belongings I had needed. Mostly weapons and bomb components.
I shook my head to clear it (not like it ever helped. It was a psychological thing to make me feel better) and began my way down the hill and my destination. I walked through the open college campus, passing happy couples and guys and girls alike doing sports or drinking coffee or studying, just the normal college student going-ons. Meanwhile, I was coming out of the woods on the far side of campus, left hand and right boot caked in dry blood, boots dark brown from mud and rotting foliage, sweating despite it getting towards the colder seasons. I was worthless to all of them, just someone they could graduate above. I tried to not care, but I couldn’t ever shake the self-doubt I carried, the things wrong with me. I knew there was so much, but I couldn’t show anything. I wasn’t special. I just had some couple of talents, but I couldn’t excel in them. I was never able to compete in either track or on the gymnastics team because of my grades, and even when I did, I was only a Freshman, so I couldn’t compete on the varsity team on track or on the higher levels in gymnastics (despite being able to blow everyone there out of the water). But I felt only hollow victories for anything and everything. I… haha. I’m such a downer. I’m making myself depressed just by thinking, I laughed to myself as I looked back at the thoughts I had. Even though it hurt. It hurt worse than anything I could ever feel physically.
All “heroes” have a weakness, and, to be frank, I could be neither a hero nor villain. I was doomed to be the eternal failure, the middle, the shadow between the tall mountains of everyone around me. My roommates Seven, Luke and Ratta were all better than I was in almost every way, and I didn’t even know why Seven still hung out with me. He had so much going for him, it seemed like my presence made his achievements null. But, I would never show anyone that. I would continue as I am: the phoenix, strong, eternal, savior, reborn upon death, but an imperfect myth, shadowed with never-ending doubt. I couldn’t show anything lest I fall for good. Invincible, trials. Sanity, fading. Mind, shattered, scattered, battered by anything anyone could do to me. I was lost. Alone.
I am a phoenix. I am eternal, never falling, always resurrected, but no one can have such greatness without casting a shadow, and the shadow has overshadowed me.
But you’ll never hear it from me. This is the only thing you’ll get.
~Clash Igneregnatus, the curse of a namesake
All the components were placed, everything was set properly so I wouldn’t blow myself up, and I had peanuts for both the final charges and for eating. Mmm, peanuts. Not like I liked working at this craptastic restaurant. I hated it. So, off with their heads! Wait, no… Down with their fryers and freezers! I taped a couple of peanuts to the lighter and threw it into the building before sprinting away from it as fast as I could (which was much much faster than that stupid manager could on his best day). No one inside, no witnesses, holiday weekend, plenty of time to get away from the scene before someone called the cops. And then it dawned on me. I had left my bag of peanuts in the blast radius!
“Nooooooooo!” I shouted in despair, turning to face the exploding and burning restaurant with tears running down my face that weren’t from the fumes of burning onions. Okay, some of them were from the onions, but they were mostly from my peanuts who had died too young to make it into my stomach or into a bomb. I held a moment of silence before turning away and into the woods to the east of the town so I could avoid the local law enforcement who would undoubtedly swarm the scene within minutes.
I kept running, and running, and running even more, It wasn’t an issue; I was healthy enough, and being on the college track team certainly helped. I pulled out some earbuds from my pocket and plugged them into the phone in my back pocket, cranking up the volume. I hated not having anything to do, and music was always the absolution to me, the rest of the world shutting up for once. Letting my thoughts be my own… At least, I thought they were my own. It was always so fractured and split, every day looking like it was 400% different than the last. Focusing on one just led to a never ending train from scattered thought about one thing to the next.
I hopped on a log and was walking across it to get over a large ravine in my way, and I looked up, seeing a couple of guys in their late twenties holding some old knives and one appeared to have a small hand gun.
“Kid, give us all your money or else you’re kickin’ the can out here in the middle of the woods,” the one with the gun said in a trying-to-be-menacing voice. Two with knives inched closer over the log, boxing me in, leaving me no place to go but down into the ravine. Where’s the fun in running, though?
“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t have any money. I have some peanut shells though. Want those?” I aske in the most innocent voice a bearded twenty-year-old guy could muster. Obviously, my charm didn’t phase them at all, so I just spoke normally again. “Okay, y’all. I’m giving you to the count of… too late!~” I pulled a pair of knives from sheaths around my wrists out and shot one off at the one with a gun in an instant. He fell screaming, clutching his hand as the gun fell into the ravine, clattering against the rocks at the bottom. I smiled sweetly and felt adrenaline change me (not that I could ever truly say I was entirely free of the charge my body shot me with whenever it felt like). I stood my ground, smile lighting up my features, cleared my throat, and began to sing a song, like I always tended to do (even if my voice was terrible).
“There is nothing they can do
To protect a king and his fool
Caught in the fire, watch it burn
Ash to ash, now it’s our turn.
Take their kingdom down and smash it to pieces
Turn their feet around, they will be defeated
They will crumble at the sight of our legion
If you want the crown, then you’ve got to break them down”
I paused for a moment and looked at all the faces before me, looking on at my insanity.
“Break them!~”
I charged the men on the farthest side of the bridge from me, stabbing down at his thigh with the left-hand knife while blocking his lunge with my my knife-less right. He knelt down, screaming in pain as I kicked the knife deeper into (and probably through) his thigh, drawing a longer, thicker hunting knife from a small sheath on my back. No one moved forward to fight me, instead all fleeing, leaving their two injured allies behind. I skipped past them into the forest, deeper, non-stop until I reached the far side the following morning. I felt no fatigue, no sense of tiredness from my lack of sleep. I could never find anything to make myself stop until I just dropped from overuse of my muscles and passed out while I recovered. I kept going always, but that was just how I had always been. I wondered where Taryyn was, and how she has doing with Darrion. They always seemed to have so much fun together, and I had left the night they had started dating, just because I hadn’t gotten a ride to college and needed to walk there. “Walk” meaning I had gotten there in less than an hour with my small bag of belongings I had needed. Mostly weapons and bomb components.
I shook my head to clear it (not like it ever helped. It was a psychological thing to make me feel better) and began my way down the hill and my destination. I walked through the open college campus, passing happy couples and guys and girls alike doing sports or drinking coffee or studying, just the normal college student going-ons. Meanwhile, I was coming out of the woods on the far side of campus, left hand and right boot caked in dry blood, boots dark brown from mud and rotting foliage, sweating despite it getting towards the colder seasons. I was worthless to all of them, just someone they could graduate above. I tried to not care, but I couldn’t ever shake the self-doubt I carried, the things wrong with me. I knew there was so much, but I couldn’t show anything. I wasn’t special. I just had some couple of talents, but I couldn’t excel in them. I was never able to compete in either track or on the gymnastics team because of my grades, and even when I did, I was only a Freshman, so I couldn’t compete on the varsity team on track or on the higher levels in gymnastics (despite being able to blow everyone there out of the water). But I felt only hollow victories for anything and everything. I… haha. I’m such a downer. I’m making myself depressed just by thinking, I laughed to myself as I looked back at the thoughts I had. Even though it hurt. It hurt worse than anything I could ever feel physically.
All “heroes” have a weakness, and, to be frank, I could be neither a hero nor villain. I was doomed to be the eternal failure, the middle, the shadow between the tall mountains of everyone around me. My roommates Seven, Luke and Ratta were all better than I was in almost every way, and I didn’t even know why Seven still hung out with me. He had so much going for him, it seemed like my presence made his achievements null. But, I would never show anyone that. I would continue as I am: the phoenix, strong, eternal, savior, reborn upon death, but an imperfect myth, shadowed with never-ending doubt. I couldn’t show anything lest I fall for good. Invincible, trials. Sanity, fading. Mind, shattered, scattered, battered by anything anyone could do to me. I was lost. Alone.
I am a phoenix. I am eternal, never falling, always resurrected, but no one can have such greatness without casting a shadow, and the shadow has overshadowed me.
But you’ll never hear it from me. This is the only thing you’ll get.
~Clash Igneregnatus, the curse of a namesake
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Date: 2014-12-01 02:32 am (UTC)I was really derpressing while I wrote this... Hmm... Meh. I'm keeping it! (Obviously, since Scooter already posted it)
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