MQuantum
09-27-2003, 01:52 AM
This is relief from my other story... I really should be woking on it, it is progressing, but I need a way to relieve excess ideas... This may not work quite right, and may not flow smoothly...
But at least it's not another Lsd...
Here it is, Chapter one.
I might actually label this a poor excuse for a story, but...
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The torrential downpour veiled Shiron as he plunged his sword deep. The lightning flashed dramatically as he wrenched his weapon from the stiffening corpse, revealing the frozen face of a young hunter.
He shook his head as he looked down on the face of his victim, sending raindrops scattering. Not like the rain mattered. It also didn't matter who he had just killed. He were dead now, and nothing could bring them back.
He threw down a telepipe and vanished, leaving the body to rot deep in the forest of the Ragol jungle.
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"Have a good night, Shiron?" His employer, a fat, bloated man, decked in rings and silk and every fine thing, leered at him from across the massive table that dominated his personal study. As of late, Shiron had really begun to hate the man...
"Since you mentioned it, no." Shiron lounged against the far wall, wrapped in his cloak, quietly observing everything that was going on. "He was... young."
The fat man laughed, and his girth shook. "Having a sudden attack of guilt? You've never showed remorse before."
"No." Shiron drew himself up, and prepared to leave. "It is a waste. There is no telling what effect this may have on the future, but it is done now. There wasn't a reason for it, though."
The man stopped his mirth. "No reason? Because I can, that's a good enough reason! I didn't become the greatest drug lord of Pioneer two so I could have people walk all over me! If the people aren't afraid to do something, then naturally, something will be done!"
He sighed and walked over to the tall, dark man. "You are so well off today because of me, and you wouldn't want to lose that protection, would you?"
"Someday, the people will do something. Or someone else will... There will be a lot of people happy to see that day."
"And I'm going to make sure you won't be one. Because if I go down, you, my "right-hand man", Steel Shiron, won't get away unscathed."
Shiron smiled, cruel and cold as his nickname. "The day you go down, is the day I leave. No one will ever find me..." He disappeared through the door, and out of the mansion. His employer just watched him go.
"Yeah, keep believing that. You're in too deep, Shiron... too deep."
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I am Shiron. Once called Steel Shiron. That was a while ago, before the change... Before Black Paper knocked on my door, and tore down my world. I am now Shiron, the disillusioned. I can see clearly now and nothing will keep me from my goal... Pioneer 2, prepare yourself for the internal struggle for dominance. It has begun.
But at least it's not another Lsd...
Here it is, Chapter one.
I might actually label this a poor excuse for a story, but...
________________________
The torrential downpour veiled Shiron as he plunged his sword deep. The lightning flashed dramatically as he wrenched his weapon from the stiffening corpse, revealing the frozen face of a young hunter.
He shook his head as he looked down on the face of his victim, sending raindrops scattering. Not like the rain mattered. It also didn't matter who he had just killed. He were dead now, and nothing could bring them back.
He threw down a telepipe and vanished, leaving the body to rot deep in the forest of the Ragol jungle.
____________________
"Have a good night, Shiron?" His employer, a fat, bloated man, decked in rings and silk and every fine thing, leered at him from across the massive table that dominated his personal study. As of late, Shiron had really begun to hate the man...
"Since you mentioned it, no." Shiron lounged against the far wall, wrapped in his cloak, quietly observing everything that was going on. "He was... young."
The fat man laughed, and his girth shook. "Having a sudden attack of guilt? You've never showed remorse before."
"No." Shiron drew himself up, and prepared to leave. "It is a waste. There is no telling what effect this may have on the future, but it is done now. There wasn't a reason for it, though."
The man stopped his mirth. "No reason? Because I can, that's a good enough reason! I didn't become the greatest drug lord of Pioneer two so I could have people walk all over me! If the people aren't afraid to do something, then naturally, something will be done!"
He sighed and walked over to the tall, dark man. "You are so well off today because of me, and you wouldn't want to lose that protection, would you?"
"Someday, the people will do something. Or someone else will... There will be a lot of people happy to see that day."
"And I'm going to make sure you won't be one. Because if I go down, you, my "right-hand man", Steel Shiron, won't get away unscathed."
Shiron smiled, cruel and cold as his nickname. "The day you go down, is the day I leave. No one will ever find me..." He disappeared through the door, and out of the mansion. His employer just watched him go.
"Yeah, keep believing that. You're in too deep, Shiron... too deep."
____________________
I am Shiron. Once called Steel Shiron. That was a while ago, before the change... Before Black Paper knocked on my door, and tore down my world. I am now Shiron, the disillusioned. I can see clearly now and nothing will keep me from my goal... Pioneer 2, prepare yourself for the internal struggle for dominance. It has begun.