Itās the familiar voice that makes him turn. Amir unconsciously smiles, already making his way towards the small crowd thatās gathering around the Valkyrie.
He couldnāt believe Aika was back in town and hadnāt told him.Ā Quite some time has passed since him and the woman had last met up. They had been nothing but teenagers back then yet Aika already possessed a powerful voice that made heads turn. When he finally spots her black head, he canāt help but to reminisce back to when they had first met each other. It had been in a similar fashion, Aika gathering the attention to herself with tales of beyond in the most velvet voice he had ever heard.Ā
She had grown, as much was expected. Her features were more defined, her body carried muscle and her posture was more secure. The bob hair framed her beautiful complexion, even though her eyes remained unfocused as they had always been. Amir crosses his arms waiting for her to finish. He, himself had changed with time. He was far taller than her now, back then he reached but her shoulder. But that had been years ago. He was sure, he could carry out a proper fight with the Valkyre. He had been just a kid still growing into his potential but now, as the legendary fighter from the Underdome, he would show Aika that he was finally capable of protecting her.Ā
āWell iāll be damnedā He smirks, approaching the woman when the crowd began to disperse.Ā
āSeems like the sea isnāt the only place where you can see a siren.ā Amir wasnāt sure she would recognize him. His voice had changed, gone from a pitch to a low rumble but he wouldnāt mind trying to charm her again.Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā When was it that i started giving my opponent the opportunity to start?Ā ā
(tw: graphic violence)
The lights flickered and for a moment Amir wondered if it had been the protoās doing. It wasnāt the first time that he had seen one, with the amount of protoās walking around the city it was impossible not to. However it was the first time he was fighting them and he was getting surprisingly nervous. Especially due to the fact that the proto that he was about to fight was self-conscious and without a kill switch. A rarity in itself.
When he had agreed to it, he wasnāt thinking too much. In all his innocence he had thought theyād just rough house for a bit and be done with it. There was no way theyād put a human actually fighting a proto without a kill switch, itād be like a lamb fighting a lion. And yet there he was, holding his breath, watching as his synthetic opponent walked into the ring, heavy sound of footsteps making him realize too late that he had made a mistake.Ā
Amir is completely still while his opponent wasnāt even phased. In fact he could feel that the other had absolutely no interest in him, as if they knew they would win so they shouldnāt waste their time. Normally this would give Amir even more of an urge to punch the arrogance out of them but the strong cold grip he felt during their handshake gave him shivers at the thought. Itād be like hitting a concrete wall, he was sure of it.Ā
Sweat drips down his brow as he positions himself for battle. Heās no longer sure if he can make it, his common sense tells him to back down before itās too late but the promise of some good cash keeps him grounded. It was just a fight, he could handle a few rounds for the sake of the money. All he had to do was to stay up and keep the proto down long enough for him to win or disable him in some sort. It shouldnāt be too hard.Ā
The announcer raises his arm and the small crowd erupts. All eyes are on them, everyone wants to see the Styx take down a proto or even worse, watch the Styx take his mighty fall. Amir knew a lot of them were eager to get even with him, he had no illusions of his fame. The people he had fought over the years were mostly sore losers who couldnāt accept being beaten by a street rat and he had no problem reminding them of that. But right now it would have been good to have someone notice the stupidity of this fight and to try to stop it.Ā
Of course that would never happen.Ā
The Underdome was a pent up place of immorality. The people who came to it didnāt come to think about anything other than releasing their anger. No matter how merciless it might be.Ā
As soon as the arm goes down the proto is already charging at him. Amir barely has time to react, getting the air knocked out of him as a punch lands on his stomach. It was like he was getting hit by a dumbbell and for the first time in many years, he raises a hand and takes his distance. The proto concedes, still as uninterested as before and the crowd laughs at Amirās expense. The fight had barely started and he was already asking for a time out, pathetic.Ā
But Amir could careless. Holding his stomach, he tried his best to catch his breath hoping itād help ease the pain. He vaguely looks to where his siblings are, worried faces etched, looking ready to step in. He shakes his head hoping theyād take the hint. He was fine, he could take worse, but he really needed to think of a plan before he got back there.Ā
His thoughts were cut short with a shout from the crowd. It was the man who was sponsoring the fight yelling that theād triple the pay to whoever killed the other first.Ā The crowd immediately took the bait and a feeling of dread hits him. He was doomed to die there.
āTell you what-ā The proto finally regarded him, throwing his hands up.
āIāll give you the first hit. Do your worst.āĀ
It had been humiliating enough asking for a timeout but having your opponent take pity on you was just too much. Amir straightens himself, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders to warm up, a new rage slowly building up. His stomach still hurt but at that moment he needed to take his chance. If the machine gave him the opportunity, he better make it regret it.Ā
He takes a full swing at the jaw, gritting his teeth to contain the pain. Thereās a slight creak from the neck ligaments and he tries to go for a second, but the proto is faster and blocks his fist.
āYou shouldnāt get cocky after landing a little peck.ā
From then on it was only pain. Even though Amir had tried to his best to dodge, it had been only a matter of time before he was taken in a headlock. The grip on his wrist had been like a handcuff, keeping him close despite his struggles. He had tried anything from slamming the knees, elbowing the stern, anything that in a human would have caused damage.Ā
But he was fighting a proto and whether they had a similar structure and some body functions as them, they were not human. The more he struggled the more he hurt himself.
The fight ended up lasting less than a minute. Once Amir was trapped, the proto took no mercy, continuously pounding head and chest. It was a wonder how his neck hadnāt snapped but he guessed he could thank the tight lock he was in for that. For a brief moment he thought to himself that this was it. He was really dying in the Underdome, of all places. By the hands of a piece of talking metal that has probably been walking this world for only a few weeks.
Whether it had been a miracle or the proto simply took pity on him, Amir managed to get himself out of the tight grip, unceremoniously falling on his hands before getting sent rolling on the pavement with a kick. He could barely curl in on himself, everything hurt. Only a thin trickle of blood dribbled into the ground as he heaved.
His head was pounding and he could barely distinguish his thoughts from the shouts by the crowd.Ā
He had to get up. He had to fight. He had to survive, his family needs him. He had to finish that fucking proto. Theyāre the enemy.Ā It was his enemy. Theyāre a mistake. Theyāre a mistake. Theyāre taking our lives from us. Theyāre taking our lives from us. Finish it!
Finish it.Ā
āFinish him!ā
Finish it!
āFinish him!ā
Finish it!
āFish him!ā
At that moment Amir feels a sharp tug at his nape, bringing him to look up to the proto with slowly swelling eyes.Ā
āDonāt worry, iāll make it as painless as possible.ā
He watches as the proto takes his arm back, ready to aim for his head.
Heās smiling... The motherfucker is actually smiling...
Something snapped inside of him with that. There was no way. No way he would give a fucking android the satisfaction of taking him down. He is the Styx, the way to the underworld. And it was about time he found out if protoās went to hell.Ā
A pile of garbage, should not talk down on humans.
Ignoring his body screaming, Amir launches himself at the proto like a lion at the prey.Ā The two bodies fall and he immediately goes for the eyes, making sure to press into the sockets as hard as he can. He ignores the hands clawing at his back and does his most to bash the metal face into the ground.Ā
In comparison, humans are far more weak than a proto. Protoās have sturdy exoskeletons, they donāt register pain the same way humans do. Protoās can do all the heavy jobs humans canāt. Protoās also absorb information faster than a human, they only need to upgrade. Protoās can replace humans, in fact some can even develop their own consciousness. They can live the human live without ever fearing falling ill, not being loved or dying. They can survive without nourishment and they donāt face dehydration. Theyāre superior than humans. In every way. Humans donāt need to exist anymore.
Thatās probably what youāre thinking, you fucking piece of trash.
Amir gives one last bash to the head and stops. His hands a mix of blood and oil from tearing at the protoās face. The android is now what it shows, a glitching machine with itās central completely torn. Small pieces are scattered around the floor and itās limbs are jerking in uncontrolled patterns. Raising his fist, Amir pulls a croocked smirk.
āDonāt worry, iāll make it as painless as possible.ā
He jams his fist through the open shell. The crowd cheers.Ā
He had seen him around a couple of times. As one of the hosts and main fighters, Amirās bound to recognize those who start becoming regulars. Most of the times a lot of newcomers get in the ring thinking itās all just childās play, that youād just throw a couple of punches and be done with it. Unfortunately for them, the Underdome isnāt just for rough housing. Those overconfident little people often end their first visit squirming on the floor, theyāre lucky if they still keep their teeth and nose in one piece. So when someone survives this and actually returns for more, theyāre worth the attention.Ā
After watching him throw a clean uppercut to another newbie, Amir started to ask around. It wasnāt that he was afraid of the man or anything. Had it been any other day, the fighter would have made his way to the other instantly after the fight, but the glint of the golden eye had him second guess his nature. If that man was actually a Proto, he wouldnāt just fight to win, heād fight to death.Ā
Much to his displeasure, the man turned out to be a human. A tattoo artist to be precise, well known in the underground for his talent with the ink and his brazen attitude in the ring. Now that his illusions had been broken Amir didnāt have that much desire to fight the man has he had before. It wouldnāt be as thrilling and even though the bionic eye could prove a challenge, he knew that he would still win. He was the Styx after all and he made sure all his opponents knew that before theyāre crawling off with what was left of their dignity.
Still a sudden idea struck him at the thought of his name. The man was a tattoo artist, maybe he could get a tattoo for free. He had been toying with the idea for a while, a large trident that went from his neck to his tail bone. Finely detailed at the top, sharp enough to look like it would cut if anyone were to touch him. It was perfect in his mind and now he had a chance to get it. All he needed to do was to convince the stranger into the ring with him.Ā
Approaching the man after his fight ended, Amir claps loudly to get his attention while wearing his signature taunting smirk.Ā
āNicely done there, couldnāt have done it better myself.ā He offers his hand in courtesy.Ā
āNameās Styx, youāve probably heard about me.āĀ
Hello everyone, some of you already know me but for those who donāt iām Z and iām a mess of a person. Right now iām a bit busy with finals but that didnāt stop me before and it wonāt stop me now, just sometimes iāll disappear randomly but iāll return! My discord is Uzir#3806 yet iām mostly on twitter these days which is @Deadpresidentas. English is not my first language so forgive some typos and weird phrase structures i swear it makes sense in my head . Either way feel free to bother me whenever you want, i hope we can all have fun here and make some amazing plots~ Well cutting this short, hereās Amirās Profile. Bio. & iāll add a plot page later when iām finished with it!Ā
For now hereās some little things about my boy
lived most of his life in the streets with his older siblingsĀ
taught to steal, flee and fight since young
his siblings dared him jokingly to try his luck at the underdome and the idiot went for itĀ
fighting career since 16 woohoo, won enough fights to get himself an alias (Styx)
trained and patched up by his siblingsĀ
fought a proto to death once and miraculously won ( his nose, jaw, eyes and arms took quite a blow, still aches from left elbow from time to time)
the fight got him enough hype for him to be pulled from the ring and onto hosting for the underdome (in short heās not the underdomeās owner/boss, heās more like that one idol that boasts up the crowd and calls people into the ring / Heās also the one responsible to help organize the proto fights with the bullet kids)Ā
joined the bullet kids (if he had that much trouble ending a machine maybe it was a sign they should end them all before they kill/enslave all humans no?)
the type to punch things out and hope it works instead of thinking it through
confidence level through the roof, thinks heās the last cracker from the packet lmaoĀ
has a lot of pent up anger ok heās revolted with just about anything but is a big ass softie for his dear ones
idk man tbh i still gotta explore him better and hopefully with brainstorming iāll be able to flesh him out more!
