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| Together, We Dissipate; Chomsky's Finale | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 14 2011, 10:16 PM (125 Views) | |
| Chomsky | Jul 14 2011, 10:16 PM Post #1 |
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The desert is as beautiful as I ever remember it being. The sun hangs low in the sky; the insects have slowed their chirping, the business of the day being to dwindle. The sky is a box of pastel colors. The vast emptiness of the desert sprawls out before me, beckoning memories. But there is no time for nostalgia, so I push on. My legs instinctively start to run - it was always at this time of the day that Leibniz and I would run home, our mother always waiting at the door, the smell of fresh baked bread mingling with whatever course she had prepared that night. This time, however, I'm running towards something much more sinister. I can feel his presence growing ever stronger - I'm getting close. Even without him, I would know I was getting close. Though there are few landmarks in the desert, I know I am almost there; I know I am almost home. I can see it, now. Off in the distance, but steadily drawing closer, my legs at full sprint now, the burnt, charred remains of my childhood home look like a black speck against the giant canvas of the horizon. My muscles tense and release with every step, my mind racing. The ruins are larger now; all that's left is the charred structure and a single, deteriorating wall on the eastern side. I can hear him as I stop short of the structure by a few feet. He is inside. "Welcome home, brother." Clenching my fists, I run into the dead remains of home. ------------------------------------ When I found my brother, he was a broken, shattered image of his former self. In the frigid plains of Russia, he laid. Still and dying. His lips were coated with blood, and he could barely manage to hold his eyes open, let alone speak. ...Chom.. He passed out before finishing. Holding his hand, I focused all my energy on getting both of us home. Hand in hand, we dissipated. ------------------------------- "My brother died a long time ago." He laughs, shaking his head. I stand in the middle of the burnt remains, the open sky above me growing slowly darker as night approaches. He leans against the lone remaining wall. He laughs. "What you mean, is that your brother evolved." "You didn't evolve. They turned you into a monster!" He laughs again. "Look around you, Chomsky! Look around the universe! What do you see?" He pauses. "You see action! You see excitement! You know what you don't see?" I glare at him. I know where he's going with this; I've heard it a thousand times. He talked about it even before they changed him. "You don't see everyone waltzing around, so peaceful and content, so oblivious to the true, fierce nature of life! You don't see a bunch of isolationists, with their thumbs up their asses, unaware of the grand happenings of the universe!" For some unknown reason - he never explained it, even after I brought him back - Leibniz had always had an inherent hatred for the peaceful ways of Yardratians. Though I could understand it to a certain degree - I had always believed we should at least be informed of the happenings of the universe, even if we remained neutral in their violent affairs. However, Leibniz believed Yardrats, with our high levels of intellect, were superior. He believed we needed to change. Or, in his words, he believed we needed to evolve into warriors, into fighters. "The universe is a violent place, Leibniz. Perhaps it could learn from us, instead." He snickers. "The universe will never learn, Chomsky. It is us who must adapt." He pauses. "We must adapt, or we must die." "You have not evolved, Leibniz. You have not adapted, as you say. You have simply turned into a monster. "You call me a monster; I call me the future. Things will change, my brother. And I give you this one chance to join me. Help me change this planet for the better; help me force our brethren to adapt!" "I will never join you." He stands straight and twists his neck in a slow, circular motion, popping it. Throwing his arms out by his sides, he yells. "Then you must die, brother. Just as our mother had to die." In an instant, he is engulfed in black energy. His eyes begin to glow an iridescent sort of red. I ready myself. Throwing my arms out, I summon all of my energy, and in an explosion of noise, I am engulfed in my own bubble of energy. It glows a brilliant seagreen, the color of the desert sky at night; the color of my childhood peace. We stand, staring at one another silently, our magnificent auras gleaming against the now quickly darkening sky. An instant later, we are charging one another, our howls shattering the silence of the world. We clash in a massive explosion. In a flurry, we trade punches and kicks. Right, left, right, right. I connect with his jaw; he connects to my right eye. I feel his fists pound into my abdomen, as I manage to land a few hits to the side of his head. Throwing my leg up, I kick off him, flying backwards. Breathing heavily, I hold my palms together. Rubbing them together, I summon some of my ki. In a flash, I throw my palms up, hurling a massive blast at him. It hits, sending him flying. I charge, unleashing a series of blasts. One hits, sending him sliding across the floor as he lands. Charging harder, I attempt to pounce, but instead, I am met with a blast from my brother. It sends me reeling, leaving me vulnerable he sends another large blast into my chest. I fly backwards, crashing through what remains of my old home. He charges me, jumping on my chest and sending a flurry of fists into my face. Every punch stings less and less, oddly. As the blood begins flowing from my forehead, I become numb. Screaming, I am able to surround myself in energy once again. In the explosion, Leibniz is thrown off of me. I jump up, anger coursing through my being. I unleash a barrage of blasts, almost all of them hitting. A few miss, sending chunks of earth scattering. "This is for our mother!" I hit him with a larger blast. "This is for our father!" And another. "And this... this is fo---" I'm a fool and delay too long. He is much too strong for that, and I know it. His blast knocks me onto my back. He capitalizes, hitting me with a few blasts, before returning to his physical assault. We are both a mixture of a blood and dirt; sweat and tears. His nose and ears are pouring blood, just as my forehead and mouth do the same. "They were fools, Chomsky! Just as you are a fool! They were not strong enough to embrace change; you are not strong enough. It is time that you join them!" He raises his right hand high, letting out a rage-laced scream. I can see the energy flowing through him, and up his arm. It accumulates at the top of his knuckles, the mass growing larger and larger and larger. Little does he know, I have managed to slide my hand under his chest. Flattening my palm, I thrust my hand upwards, at the same time releasing a blast a ki. This sends him skyward. I waste no time taking pursuit. I shoot blast after blast into his chest, pushing him higher in the sky, as I simultaneously use my own ki to fly upwards with him. This continues until I catch up with him, and grab a hold of his arm. Hovering, we are so high, the ground is a blur. I pull him closer, both of us exhausted and breathing heavily. Pressing my forehead against his, our eyes meet. For once, we do not fight. We simply stare at each other; we look at each other, as brothers. He says something that I would never have expected: "Chomsky... I'm sorry. I was a fool. Please help me end this." I try to imagine where this sudden burst of compassion has come from. Perhaps he is still in there, I think to myself. "There is no need to be sorry, brother. The time for peace has come." Pulling his head down slightly, I kiss his forehead. "I love you, brother." I thrust him downwards. Weak and exhausted from our fight, his limp body begins it's quickening descent towards the blue desert below. After a few silent moments of gathering my strength, I take chase. I soar through the air, cutting it as I fly towards him. All the while, I summon every bit of energy and power that I have. I will it to flow through me towards my palms, which outstretch in front of my body. We're almost there now. We're almost hitting the ground. I can feel it gathering. I can feel every last drop of my energy joining together in a massive bundle. It glows in front of me, almost obscuring my vision. Nonetheless, I see the blue sand quickly approaching; I see the charred remains of my childhood quickly approaching. In an instant, I see my brother's limp body fall through the opening of the structure. An instant later, I crash through as well. Screaming, I collide with him, the massive bundle of energy sandwiching between us. Though I am not transmitting myself anywhere, I can feel my cells begin to divide. I can feel everything starting to slip away. Atoms are breaking down to subatomic particles, which, in turn, are breaking down into nothingness. I can feel all of this happening. I can feel everything I have every felt before. Every emotion that I have ever experienced flows through me at once. I can feel all of this happening. I can feel the end. Together, we dissipate. ------------------------------------ I hope I can be the brother he deserves. --------------------------------------------- [Chomsky's Final RP] |
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