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Argh, you killed Peon. Eh, oh well, kew with me.
~~Before the revival of Apocolypse~~
Erin watches Trey and Nadine leave the room.
Erin: Well, I guess I'll follow them.
Amiele: Oh no you don't. You are going to stay here and fight me.
Erin: Screw you. *Runs out of the room*
Amiele: Come back here. *Fires beam to try to block Erin but misses and hits the wall above the entrance and it caves in on him right after Erin exits* DAMN. Not again.
~~After the revival of Apocolypse~~
Tyr ignores the sky, the screams and the pain. He is only focused on Mordicor. He walks over to him and slices off Mordicor's right hand around the middle of the lower part of the arm. That will be his trophy. He hangs the hand down at his side and looks at the sky, and without him knowing the hand clenches itself into a fist then releases. He turns around to look at Mordicor, but he is gone. Then a bat flies by him with the tip of the wing torn off. He is not dead. So Tyr walks away into the woods and dissapears into the darkness.
A little while a ways a small bat lands on a perch and looks at its wing, black blood seeps. It blinked its eyes and the green color changed to black with a little white line around the iris, then the entire body changed into a skinny but muscular man: Mordicor.
Mordicor: trout. I'm right-handed too. He will pay. But for now I must use a replacement.
He takes out a metal ring and wraps it around his arm, where the hand used to be, then he takes out a tri-clawed hand and places it on to the ring. He presses a few buttons and weldes it a bit then looks at the finish product: a new hand. It will look short on him, though, like one arm is longer than the other, but he will live. That is all he cares about.
Mordicor: That should do until I kill him.
He snaps his fingers and a large blackish-blue hole opens up behind him.
Mordicor: But first, I must do some business with Peon now that Satan has been sacrificed for Apocolypse.
Walks through the hole and shows up in the bathroom in the cave where Apocolypse is.
Mordicor: Oh God, I gotta tell Peon to flush next time. *Flushes the toilet*
Last edited by Zyx; 06-01-2002 at 07:13 AM.
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