Zakk Bakk from the Dead
Dec 8, 2003 0:07:47 GMT
Post by pentatonic on Dec 8, 2003 0:07:47 GMT
Zakk opened his eyes to find himself in the centre of the city, watching as many people were walking around, going about their business as though everything was normal. The endless sea of faces passed him, none knowing the danger that they faced. It was much like the raining lightning that had struck so many before. They didn't know what was about to happen to them and they were ripped apart.
Suddenly some children ran past the fighter screaming at each other. "I'm Indigo you can be Saymik" one proclaimed to which was quickly replied "I'm gonna beat you down" quickly motioning the effects of a dimensional gap and pretending to strike the other kid. Quickly the one pretending to be Indigo fell to the ground while holding his cheek. Zakk watched for a moment more as the two kids pretended to beat each other senseless before quickly moving, heading for the exit to the city. Rather not trying to battle the crowds of the city Zakk turned down an alleyway, hoping that it would lead him to a more peaceful area of the city.
A shadow came over the fighter as he entered the alley, the smell of rotten eggs and many different types of alcohols filled the alley with a musty and quite festy smell that made Zakk cringe. The smell was only made worse by the fact that there was no breeze to help blow away the stench. Zakk quicken his pace trying to escape as fast as possible. As he moved, Zakk looked down to see that all he had were his guns that were stuffed down in the back of his pants. He would need to get himself some new clothes and some holsters for his weapons. As he moved out of the alley he found himself standing in front of the weapons store to which he had blown up. Looking down at the street itself he saw the dried up blood that had been spilt after he was cut down. Zakk turned away for a moment before looking back. It was hard for him to look on the store. To remember what had happened. The bright sun in the sky above blast down on the fighter, letting its rays enter the skin of the warrior. A slight red hue came over the fighter’s arms as the sun burnt his body slightly. Zakk walked over to the rubble that once was the weapons store. A police tape had "ceiled" the area off from anyone entering to rubble. For a moment Zakk a slight smile on his face as he remember how the explosion occurred, his long black hair draped heavily over his face. Pushing his hair back with his hands the fighter knelt down to the ground looking down. He was standing on top of his blood. Touching the ground he became quite thankful that the he was given this second chance for life. Out of the coner of the fighter eye he saw something that he though he would never see again. Quickly he turned rubbing his eye, for they had to be deceiving him. Yet when his hands left his eyes it was still there. Under the rubble was an old, light brown duffle bag. Zakk began to laugh. How the hell did that happen. Shaking his head Zakk looked around if anyone would see him. Seeing the coast was clear he quickly went under the police line and pulled the bag from the wreckage. The fighter quickly moved back out from inside the police tape. Putting the bag on the ground he opened the bag. On top was his black leather trench coat. A large smile came over the fighter face as he pulled his old friend from the bag. Many adventures they both had shared. As he pulled the trench coat out under it was the holsters for his Desert Eagles. Zakk quickly pulled the holsters on and pulled the weapons from the back of his pants. Strapping the two weapons into the there respective sides Zakk noticed that they didn't fit as well as they used two. Indeed they had gotten a bit bigger when he entered the Otherworld. Zakk looked through the rest of the duffle bag to find the other clothes and small things that the fighter had collected during his journeys across the lands. Still knelt down the warrior was about to put the black trench coat on when he realised that it was for too hot for him to be doing that. Quickly he stuffed the coat back into his bag. Zipping the back up he gripped to strap of the old bag and stood up. He knew now where he had to go. He had to find the one known as Keiji. Jumping into the air the fighters yellow aura spread out around him as the Ki within his body pushed him up into the air. With a quick burst of energy Zakk headed for the Western Continent.
Suddenly some children ran past the fighter screaming at each other. "I'm Indigo you can be Saymik" one proclaimed to which was quickly replied "I'm gonna beat you down" quickly motioning the effects of a dimensional gap and pretending to strike the other kid. Quickly the one pretending to be Indigo fell to the ground while holding his cheek. Zakk watched for a moment more as the two kids pretended to beat each other senseless before quickly moving, heading for the exit to the city. Rather not trying to battle the crowds of the city Zakk turned down an alleyway, hoping that it would lead him to a more peaceful area of the city.
A shadow came over the fighter as he entered the alley, the smell of rotten eggs and many different types of alcohols filled the alley with a musty and quite festy smell that made Zakk cringe. The smell was only made worse by the fact that there was no breeze to help blow away the stench. Zakk quicken his pace trying to escape as fast as possible. As he moved, Zakk looked down to see that all he had were his guns that were stuffed down in the back of his pants. He would need to get himself some new clothes and some holsters for his weapons. As he moved out of the alley he found himself standing in front of the weapons store to which he had blown up. Looking down at the street itself he saw the dried up blood that had been spilt after he was cut down. Zakk turned away for a moment before looking back. It was hard for him to look on the store. To remember what had happened. The bright sun in the sky above blast down on the fighter, letting its rays enter the skin of the warrior. A slight red hue came over the fighter’s arms as the sun burnt his body slightly. Zakk walked over to the rubble that once was the weapons store. A police tape had "ceiled" the area off from anyone entering to rubble. For a moment Zakk a slight smile on his face as he remember how the explosion occurred, his long black hair draped heavily over his face. Pushing his hair back with his hands the fighter knelt down to the ground looking down. He was standing on top of his blood. Touching the ground he became quite thankful that the he was given this second chance for life. Out of the coner of the fighter eye he saw something that he though he would never see again. Quickly he turned rubbing his eye, for they had to be deceiving him. Yet when his hands left his eyes it was still there. Under the rubble was an old, light brown duffle bag. Zakk began to laugh. How the hell did that happen. Shaking his head Zakk looked around if anyone would see him. Seeing the coast was clear he quickly went under the police line and pulled the bag from the wreckage. The fighter quickly moved back out from inside the police tape. Putting the bag on the ground he opened the bag. On top was his black leather trench coat. A large smile came over the fighter face as he pulled his old friend from the bag. Many adventures they both had shared. As he pulled the trench coat out under it was the holsters for his Desert Eagles. Zakk quickly pulled the holsters on and pulled the weapons from the back of his pants. Strapping the two weapons into the there respective sides Zakk noticed that they didn't fit as well as they used two. Indeed they had gotten a bit bigger when he entered the Otherworld. Zakk looked through the rest of the duffle bag to find the other clothes and small things that the fighter had collected during his journeys across the lands. Still knelt down the warrior was about to put the black trench coat on when he realised that it was for too hot for him to be doing that. Quickly he stuffed the coat back into his bag. Zipping the back up he gripped to strap of the old bag and stood up. He knew now where he had to go. He had to find the one known as Keiji. Jumping into the air the fighters yellow aura spread out around him as the Ki within his body pushed him up into the air. With a quick burst of energy Zakk headed for the Western Continent.