Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2012 15:36:33 GMT
Lawrence dashed forward and attacked, Alberenza wrote a shield and blocked, then grabbed Lawrence and threw him downwards, Lawrence noticed that there was a star below them burning brightly like the fires of hell it's self.
Lawrence made a foot hold for himself and fired several words reading 'kill' at Alberenza, who descended slowly while deflecting them.
"Is that all you have?" Asked Al as he fired a meteor into Lawrence, sending him flying yet eve further downwards in a weightless spiral of doom.
Lawrence gasped at the pain as blood began dripping from his nose and he dropped his pen. It floated around aimlessly before Alberenza sent a solar flare up to engulf it, Lawrence narrowly dodging.
"I write the words ultimately. Any last words you have to say to your god?" Asked Al, holding the pen to Lawrence's throat, Lawrence looked dead inside.
"I just want to be happy... to not live on your words..." He mumbled quietly.
"Hey dude! You wrote and made us! Not him!" Yelled someone bursting out of Lawrence's chest. A white being with tentacles.
"We're legion. The embodiment of all of your inceptions. And I will not let you loose here!" Legion yelled, grabbing Alberenza and throwing themselves downward into the star.
Neither had a chance to do so much as scream.
Lawrence stared aimlessly at the star for what seemed like an eternity. Alone and cold, the strongest in the world.
He eventually decided to climb out of the words and into his real world.
Lawrence from that point onwards resumed his depressiveness. He still felt that his story was being written as he did his job. He had killed power and Alberenza, his own creator, all for the sake of trying to escape his invisible chains. It needed to come to an end, somehow.
He gasped in excitement.
He searched for a pen, but couldn't find one anywhere. His last pen had burned.
Taking a needle, he carefully pricked his hand, using his own blood- his inner pen- as ink.
He wrote on the walls everything he had experienced, all the important events of his life, being sure not to include the story he wrote as a kid. He wrote about the inceptions and brought them to life, even power.
When he was finished he looked upon the setting that he had made for a bright new future.
He put his hand on the wall and sighed as he looked upon it. He could never go inside, for if he did, the words that tied him down would follow.
He sighed and sat down again.
Then from the corner of his vision, he saw something write it's self on his desk.
'A boy sits alone. He sees a notebook and a pen. He picks it up, and begins writing a monster, ending up becoming a tormented man, but the man who gave me my future.
P.S. Thank you.'
Lawrence smiled as tears streamed down his face. The world he had made had created his own world. He finally felt free of the words, of Alberenza's pen, so that he could live out the rest of the life the way he wanted.
Alberenza watched from outside the window.
He turned towards the words making up the entire world.
"Well... he DID beat me. Looks like I wont be needed here anymore..." He said, then smiled as he disappeared, his presence no longer required.
Lawrence made a foot hold for himself and fired several words reading 'kill' at Alberenza, who descended slowly while deflecting them.
"Is that all you have?" Asked Al as he fired a meteor into Lawrence, sending him flying yet eve further downwards in a weightless spiral of doom.
Lawrence gasped at the pain as blood began dripping from his nose and he dropped his pen. It floated around aimlessly before Alberenza sent a solar flare up to engulf it, Lawrence narrowly dodging.
"I write the words ultimately. Any last words you have to say to your god?" Asked Al, holding the pen to Lawrence's throat, Lawrence looked dead inside.
"I just want to be happy... to not live on your words..." He mumbled quietly.
"Hey dude! You wrote and made us! Not him!" Yelled someone bursting out of Lawrence's chest. A white being with tentacles.
"We're legion. The embodiment of all of your inceptions. And I will not let you loose here!" Legion yelled, grabbing Alberenza and throwing themselves downward into the star.
Neither had a chance to do so much as scream.
Lawrence stared aimlessly at the star for what seemed like an eternity. Alone and cold, the strongest in the world.
He eventually decided to climb out of the words and into his real world.
Lawrence from that point onwards resumed his depressiveness. He still felt that his story was being written as he did his job. He had killed power and Alberenza, his own creator, all for the sake of trying to escape his invisible chains. It needed to come to an end, somehow.
He gasped in excitement.
He searched for a pen, but couldn't find one anywhere. His last pen had burned.
Taking a needle, he carefully pricked his hand, using his own blood- his inner pen- as ink.
He wrote on the walls everything he had experienced, all the important events of his life, being sure not to include the story he wrote as a kid. He wrote about the inceptions and brought them to life, even power.
When he was finished he looked upon the setting that he had made for a bright new future.
He put his hand on the wall and sighed as he looked upon it. He could never go inside, for if he did, the words that tied him down would follow.
He sighed and sat down again.
Then from the corner of his vision, he saw something write it's self on his desk.
'A boy sits alone. He sees a notebook and a pen. He picks it up, and begins writing a monster, ending up becoming a tormented man, but the man who gave me my future.
P.S. Thank you.'
Lawrence smiled as tears streamed down his face. The world he had made had created his own world. He finally felt free of the words, of Alberenza's pen, so that he could live out the rest of the life the way he wanted.
Alberenza watched from outside the window.
He turned towards the words making up the entire world.
"Well... he DID beat me. Looks like I wont be needed here anymore..." He said, then smiled as he disappeared, his presence no longer required.
