Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Beginnings of Vengence

Well I just barely got out of there with my life. But I'm not through with those bastards yet.

See, they underestimate my ability to find the things I want to know. I have friends in high places, oh yes, and it wasn't hard at all to pull a few strings. My uncle in particular is higher up in the CIA even than Fisk, and when I told him my girlfriend was in danger, he didn't hesitate to get me the information I needed.

Which is how I wound up face to face with none other than Eternity himself.

He was shorter than I expected. Maybe it was just that he seemed smaller inside the enormous cathedral (the same one the messenger met him at), or maybe it was that the sheer, burning loathing I was running on made me feel bigger. All I knew was, after everything, it was down to him and I.

"I wasn't sure you were coming," he said with a bit of a chuckle.

I leveled my M1911 pistol at him. "This thing is loaded with .38 caliber silver bulluts, so why don't you cut the pleasantries and tell me where my girlfriend is! What do you want with her?" I said.

"Her? She was merely a means to get to you, Dimitri. Between your fighting skills, your government contacts, and your knowledge of the arcane, you are in a very interesting position, possibly a dangerous one. Even if you hadnt been sticking your nose where it doesn't belog, we would have come for you eventually," he said.

"Oh yeah? And what is is that you want with me?" I said.

"For now? Nothing. But a day will come when one of us will call on you for a favor and as long as we have her you cannot refuse us," he said.

"You give her back to me or you will regret it!!!!!" I said.

I fired two shots but that was all I had time for because suddenly the room grew dark and gravity seemed to shift a great deal to the side. Eternity screamed so I know I hit him somewhere, definitely his hand and probably his leg to. Then there was this enormous, gleaming white face in front of me, and all was darkness. I don't know how I got out, but I'm not finished yet, not by a long shot.



  2. It's spelled amadán, you imbecile. Shows how goddamn Irish you are.

  3. ...y'know what? Fuck it. I'll roll with this.

    Thank you, oh great Fool, for dealing with my Eternity problem. I'm sure that in your infinite wisdom, your connection to government agencies, and your handsome manliness, I'm sure you will make a great ally. You know my e-mail address. Send me a message, I'll try to see if we can find a place to meet up so I can thank you in person.

    I look forward to meeting you like I actually totally plan to and thanking you in person for these wonderful feats that I completely believe despite any possible evidence to the contrary.

    -Don't Shoot The Messenger-

  4. You don't understand. So I'm giong to explain it to you. I don't do this stuff because I want to be a hero. I do it because /someone/ has to. This is big shit were involved in here and not everyone is willing to make the hard decisions, but when those proxie bastards took Arryn from me they crossed the line. You don't understand this, but she does. She does and she suffers for it. Let her have your suffering just like I do.

    And go on being ignorant. It's bliss.

  5. Also, it's the Anglicized spelling of the word. I didn't wanna mess around with alt-characters. sheesh.

    Your hardly one to talk, Marcus. I've seen your blog, and I'm DEFINITELY more irish than you.

  6. ...I have only known one other person in my LIFE who is as big a tool as you are, kid, and the similarities are frightening. But really, it's hard to take whatever bullshit story you're making up seriously when you have YET to spell the name of your girlfriend, who you supposedly can't live without, the same way twice.

    Just... please. Whatever you're doing, stop doing it. This is beyond disrespectful, beyond insulting. This is just sad.

  7. That's because he doesn't HAVE a girlfriend, obviously. Arreyn Jennifer is the penname I used to go by before I had to change it because THIS ASSHOLE kept stalking me over the internet! Now he's just using this fiction blog as another excuse to stalk me, and probably attempt to impress me with his shitty writing in the process.

    Drew, I've told you a thousand and one times, we are over, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Get it through your thick goddamn skull!!

    Now excuse me while I go block you. Again. And possibly file a restraining order. Get the hell out of my life and stay out, you prick.

  8. You obviously haven't seen much of my blog, kid, considering my name is Benjamin. And, yeah, I know it's the Anglicised spelling, that doesn't make you any less wrong, or lazy, for that matter, considering you were too lazy to just Google the word and copy and paste the damned á. Agus tá mé líofa as Gaeilge, go raibh maith agat, mar rugadh m'athair i nGaillimh agus, i rith mo leanbaíocht, chaith mé gach samhradh i gConamara. Téigh trasna ort féin.

  9. In response to what Ryuu said;


  10. http://youtu.be/6CjjC7B6v8Y