Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2008 6:41:42 GMT -5
I have just typed up the first page of a fanfic that I was thinking of making. I'm not sure if I should post it though. It's about our Brawlers finding out where their powers come from. Right now, I'm only using my characters in the story (I did mention McJesus, but he won't be a part of the fanfic, unless he wants to be 
, and I'm looking for more characters to use, so if you like the story, tell me and I'll put your character(s) in if you want. Any way, here it is:
Everybody. All of them. They all have a distinctive power. All of them, including me. Why? How? Perhaps even who? I don’t know. This place is confusing. The main fighting site is the White Void, or at least that’s what I’ve gathered so far. So immune, these people, these THINGS are. So much pain, so little of it felt, so little of it understood. I don’t know why we fight. I’ve had a few so far, these Brawls. Do they all hate each other? Is this some kind of sick hobby? How did I get my powers? How do I control them? All these questions, no answers to any of them. I know what I feel when I fight. I feel empty. I feel nothing. I feel a swell of power when I use my ability, but nothing else. I hurt things, and feel nothing. Where has my humanity gone? Am I even human? I don’t know anymore…
I have no friends in this place. All they want to do is fight, all the time. Just fighting. Fighting and hurting. The White Void scares me. There is nothing, unless you want there to be. You want something and you have it, somebody has something and they use it to try and kill you. I feel Claustrophobic and Agoraphobic at the same time in the Void. Hemmed in by the nothingness, but alone in the wide, white plains. Brawl City is there too, and it has it’s own arena, a proper one, but I’ve never seen anyone use it. I’ve only ever been in Brawl City once or twice. How did I get here? Was I always here? Why can’t I remember anything about my life except the endless brawl, the whiteness or the screams of pain? I hate everything in my life, but I do nothing about it. I conform into the fighting. I join any brawls I see going on. Do I really hate it? Or do I fight because it exhilarates and excites me? There is an island, floating above the Void, but I don’t know how to get there yet. I haven’t had a civilised conversation for…how long? Weeks? Months? Years? How long have I been here?
Some are more powerful than others. I’ve seen them fight, but never joined. There’s one person, I think he’s called McJesus, or something. I’ve seen him fight. I’ve seen him kill. He’s powerful, too powerful to fight against. Too powerful to fight with. He’d probably kill me the second he knew I was there. Unless he already knew… How do people become that strong? I’ve seen people die. I’ve killed people. But they never die. They are killed but are never truly dead. How do you survive death? I’ve never died, at least I don’t think I have. I wonder what it’s like?
There is a name that echoes through my mind. It’s there when I dream, it’s there on the few times that I can relax. It’s a name that I have never heard, but seemed familiar the first time I thought it. It never ends. Beta. Beta. Beta. Over and over, driving me mad. Who is Beta? He isn’t a Brawler, at least, not one that I’ve come across. There are times, even when I’m fighting, That the name screams, sears through my ears, until I think that someone is shouting at me, and invisible ghost just behind my shoulder, controlling my every move. This happens especially when I fight two brawlers, The Abomination, and Parasite. Are they controlled by the same ghost, by the same thoughts, by the same mind? Do other brawlers hear what I hear? Do they hear different names? Is that how they get their powers? How they got here, why they fight and how they act?
, and I'm looking for more characters to use, so if you like the story, tell me and I'll put your character(s) in if you want. Any way, here it is:Everybody. All of them. They all have a distinctive power. All of them, including me. Why? How? Perhaps even who? I don’t know. This place is confusing. The main fighting site is the White Void, or at least that’s what I’ve gathered so far. So immune, these people, these THINGS are. So much pain, so little of it felt, so little of it understood. I don’t know why we fight. I’ve had a few so far, these Brawls. Do they all hate each other? Is this some kind of sick hobby? How did I get my powers? How do I control them? All these questions, no answers to any of them. I know what I feel when I fight. I feel empty. I feel nothing. I feel a swell of power when I use my ability, but nothing else. I hurt things, and feel nothing. Where has my humanity gone? Am I even human? I don’t know anymore…
I have no friends in this place. All they want to do is fight, all the time. Just fighting. Fighting and hurting. The White Void scares me. There is nothing, unless you want there to be. You want something and you have it, somebody has something and they use it to try and kill you. I feel Claustrophobic and Agoraphobic at the same time in the Void. Hemmed in by the nothingness, but alone in the wide, white plains. Brawl City is there too, and it has it’s own arena, a proper one, but I’ve never seen anyone use it. I’ve only ever been in Brawl City once or twice. How did I get here? Was I always here? Why can’t I remember anything about my life except the endless brawl, the whiteness or the screams of pain? I hate everything in my life, but I do nothing about it. I conform into the fighting. I join any brawls I see going on. Do I really hate it? Or do I fight because it exhilarates and excites me? There is an island, floating above the Void, but I don’t know how to get there yet. I haven’t had a civilised conversation for…how long? Weeks? Months? Years? How long have I been here?
Some are more powerful than others. I’ve seen them fight, but never joined. There’s one person, I think he’s called McJesus, or something. I’ve seen him fight. I’ve seen him kill. He’s powerful, too powerful to fight against. Too powerful to fight with. He’d probably kill me the second he knew I was there. Unless he already knew… How do people become that strong? I’ve seen people die. I’ve killed people. But they never die. They are killed but are never truly dead. How do you survive death? I’ve never died, at least I don’t think I have. I wonder what it’s like?
There is a name that echoes through my mind. It’s there when I dream, it’s there on the few times that I can relax. It’s a name that I have never heard, but seemed familiar the first time I thought it. It never ends. Beta. Beta. Beta. Over and over, driving me mad. Who is Beta? He isn’t a Brawler, at least, not one that I’ve come across. There are times, even when I’m fighting, That the name screams, sears through my ears, until I think that someone is shouting at me, and invisible ghost just behind my shoulder, controlling my every move. This happens especially when I fight two brawlers, The Abomination, and Parasite. Are they controlled by the same ghost, by the same thoughts, by the same mind? Do other brawlers hear what I hear? Do they hear different names? Is that how they get their powers? How they got here, why they fight and how they act?
