I wrote this about a week ago, I was a bit bored and felt like writing about my Scrapper's origin in more detail. Hopefully I'll have the time to advance the story. But here's the first part. I hope you like it!
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Wolf Razor Part One: Awakening of the Beast
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Matthew opened his emerald green eyes, ruffled his jet black hair and sat up, he felt odd, not quite whole. He instinctively reached for his fathers ring, the ring was pure silver, the only article of his fathers that Matthew possessed. As his fingers closed around the plain shimmering band a searing pain shot through his arm. The ring had done that every morning of this week, something was wrong.
Living in the Atlas Park region of Paragon City Matthew had seen a lot of fledgling heroes walking the first steps of their crime fighting careers. He often laughed at their wacky costumes, but he had a high amount of respect for the immense amount of good they do for the city.
Leaving his apartment he wandered among the spectacular skyscrapers, marveling at their beauty, it was a fine day, the sun was shining, but Matthew soon found himself in trouble with a young thug. The Hellions were always causing trouble and for Matthew it was no different.
Your wallet, uttered the young thug menacingly, brandishing his shimmering knife.
Ok, take it, Matthew replied, calmly reaching for his back pocket.
The Hellion foolishly relaxed, Matthew saw his opportunity. He leapt upon the thug, clasping his hands around his throat. A flash of white light, and Matthew was lying on the pavement, his blood spilling into the road.
He stared at the wound in his torso, his blood draining away. He began to feel light-headed, weak, he was dying. He lay there helpless, staring at the wound, willing it to be gone, to just close. Green light began to emanate from his torso, and Matthew watched in horror and bewilderment as the wound closed before his eyes.
Terrified of what had happened, he ran from the scene, what was happening to him? Something was inside his head, growling, vicious and terrible.
Alas, his affliction awoke; dormant it had lain since his birth. But now, the beast would wait; wait for the right time to go on the prowl.
I wrote this about a week ago, I was a bit bored and felt like writing about my Scrapper's origin in more detail. Hopefully I'll have the time to advance the story. But here's the first part. I hope you like it!
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Wolf Razor Part One: Awakening of the Beast
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Matthew opened his emerald green eyes, ruffled his jet black hair and sat up, he felt odd, not quite whole. He instinctively reached for his fathers ring, the ring was pure silver, the only article of his fathers that Matthew possessed. As his fingers closed around the plain shimmering band a searing pain shot through his arm. The ring had done that every morning of this week, something was wrong.
Living in the Atlas Park region of Paragon City Matthew had seen a lot of fledgling heroes walking the first steps of their crime fighting careers. He often laughed at their wacky costumes, but he had a high amount of respect for the immense amount of good they do for the city.
Leaving his apartment he wandered among the spectacular skyscrapers, marveling at their beauty, it was a fine day, the sun was shining, but Matthew soon found himself in trouble with a young thug. The Hellions were always causing trouble and for Matthew it was no different.
Your wallet, uttered the young thug menacingly, brandishing his shimmering knife.
Ok, take it, Matthew replied, calmly reaching for his back pocket.
The Hellion foolishly relaxed, Matthew saw his opportunity. He leapt upon the thug, clasping his hands around his throat. A flash of white light, and Matthew was lying on the pavement, his blood spilling into the road.
He stared at the wound in his torso, his blood draining away. He began to feel light-headed, weak, he was dying. He lay there helpless, staring at the wound, willing it to be gone, to just close. Green light began to emanate from his torso, and Matthew watched in horror and bewilderment as the wound closed before his eyes.
Terrified of what had happened, he ran from the scene, what was happening to him? Something was inside his head, growling, vicious and terrible.
Alas, his affliction awoke; dormant it had lain since his birth. But now, the beast would wait; wait for the right time to go on the prowl.