Mar 14, 2018
izanami from b the beginning!! just doing some sketxhes to warm up to drawin the charas cause you fuckin BET im gonna be drawin them religiously (especially keith but uHHH COUGH AHEM COUGH--)
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izanami from b the beginning!! just doing some sketxhes to warm up to drawin the charas cause you fuckin BET im gonna be drawin them religiously (especially keith but uHHH COUGH AHEM COUGH--)
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Prologue
Over 150 years ago, the Powered People, also known as Pows, began to emerge among the populous. These people were born normal until they reached a certain age, and their abilities blossomed. These children could suddenly do unexplainable things: fly, disappear, shoot substances from their fingertips. Thousands of different abilities could be named, and no two child’s abilities were exactly the same.
No one knew how, where or why these genetically superior people appeared, but the fear of these new people quickly set in. Prejudice against Pows spread like wild fire, and soon, Pows were refused entry into numerous businesses, schools, and even entire cities. Though superior with their abilities, the Pows never fought back.
50 years had passed since the first Pows had appeared. Many new cities were built by the Pows unable to enter normal human cities, or as the Pows called them, Non cities. Though the Pows and the Nons lived separately, things were peaceful. For a while.
The Nons decided that segregation was not enough. To have such dangerous beings live on their world not only terrified them, but made them feel powerless in all senses of the word. In January 2113, the Nons declared war on the Pows.
One of the bloodiest wars in a hundred years followed, killing hundreds of thousands of both Nons and Pows; the war spanning over a mere four and a half years. Hundreds of cities were burnt to the ground, and a lot of the prospering land was turned to dust by weapons of the Nons and the magic of the Pows; the planet was being destroyed. Until one fateful day, in the summer of 2117, something changed.
A child was born on August 20th, named Victoria Zentique, within the Non city of Haling. When she was born, she didn’t cry or fuss, but opened her eyes and spoke to the doctor, thanking them for bringing her into the world. She was a Pow, and unlike any other, she gained her powers as soon as she came out of the womb. Her powers consisted of being able to see everything that was going to happen from the present to 20 years into the future, at any given time. For this reason, she was able to speak almost fluently as a newborn. The downside to her abilities was that, although she could see the future, she was born blind.
Millions watched from across the globe as a baby girl, barely a month old, spoke fluently to the public, begging for a stop to the war, otherwise their planet and everyone on it would be eradicated within the next 10 years. A couple of hours after the broadcast, the war was put to an end.
The year is now 2158.
Though there is still prejudice against the Pows, there are some cities where Pows and Nons live together in one place, called sanctuary cities, or Unis. A major Uni city, named Venara, is where Empress Victoria Zentique resides, now controlling Pow cities and serving as an ambassadress for the Powered People.
Every day, hundreds of Pows are still being abused, taken from their homes and killed, forced into slavery, or worse. How much longer will the Pows be able to keep themselves from fighting back?
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Chapter 4: C
A prisoner was centered in a circular room with one door placed in front of him, and a light shining down where he sat, motionless. He was in a kneeling position; a bar was cuffed to his ankles, his arms held up over his head by a chain that came down from the ceiling, and his hands completely encased inside a thick metal that was shaped like an upside-down V. The man’s eyes were shielded by a metal plate that wrapped around his skull and fastened in the back with something similar to a black belt. He wore nothing but a pair of ripped up jeans and a gray tank top, but what he wore didn’t matter to him anymore. The only thing that mattered to him now was his freedom, and he was going to do whatever it took to get it. The noise of scraping metal echoed through the room, and the prisoner recognized it as the door of his cell.
“Hm,” he mused, a devious smile spreading across his face, “Is that you, Cecily? Have you come to tell me how much I sicken you again?”
“No,” Cecily responded. The clack of the heels she wore were always pleasing to the man, even if they were accompanied by nasty insults.
“Well, I’m sure you aren’t here to ask me how my day’s going.”
“No one has fed you for three days,” she sighed, a hint of pity in her voice, “here.” Cecily pulled off a small water-pouch that had been slung over her shoulder and held it out to the man.
“I sincerely hope you aren’t trying to hand me something.”
Cecily sighed, slightly irritated by the man’s smart remark. She stepped closer to him, tilting the pouch’s nozzle toward his face, “Open your mouth.”
The man took a sip, only to instantly cough and choke on the fluid he had been offered. He didn’t spit it out, but he had trouble finally swallowing whatever it was.
“What the hell is that supposed to be?” he sputtered.
“It’s soup, you ungrateful–” Cecily stopped mid sentence and pinched the bridge of her nose, “I… made it myself. It’s a little cold now, yeah, but you should have some anyway. You’ll starve.”
“So, what you’re saying is… you made me some soup because you care about me?”
“Axel, I swear to God, I will let you die. No one told me to do this. Personally, I’d rather see you suffer.”
“That’s obviously not true,” Axel replied, grinning, “it may have been at first, but I believe I’m growing on you.”
“No! God, get a grip,” Cecily blushed, a frustrated look appearing on her face, “I would rather be friends with a rock!”
“I beg to differ.” Axel was no longer smiling.
“What are you trying to say?!”
“Mind keepin’ it down? Hearing is one of the only things left I get to enjoy in this place.”
“Whatever! I’m leaving.” Cecily huffed, dropping the pouch of soup on the floor; her heels clacked as she approached the exit.
“I know you’re intelligent, Cecily,” Axel said, his voice becoming deeper with seriousness. Cecily stopped at the door and turned to look at him.
“And that’s why,” Axel continued, “I know that, in the end, you’ll make the right choice.” The corners of his lips tilted up slightly.
Cecily took one last look at Axel and then toward the floor. What could he mean by that, Cecily wondered, tugging the door open and letting the air from outside gush in. She knew better not to believe or listen to anything he said, but his words didn’t fade into distant memories this time, as they always have. This time, the words danced around in her head, digging up questions she had long ago buried in her mind. Cecily opened the door a little wider to fit through and then closed it behind her, finally sighing and leaning against the cold metal.
Was there something more to what happened to Axel? Was he more than just some criminal who kills for fun, or did he have a reason? The more Cecily thought about it, the more she didn’t know about Axel’s imprisonment. He wasn’t given a trial, due to being a DPP, or a Dangerous Powered Person; in the law of the Zentique Court, it states that people labeled as DPP’s who kill another are imprisoned without a trial, whether it was self defense or even an accident. All she knew about Axel was that he had committed several acts of murder, and she automatically assumed the worst. The way he acted and talked to Cecily led her believe he was as evil as his crime, but was that really the case?
Cecily sighed and moved to a pass code panel on the right side of the door, tapped five numbers into it, and listened until she heard a low rumble and a click. She pulled on the door handle to make sure it was locked, and turned to walk down a long hallway filled with doors to other prison cells.
Screams echoed through the hall; some pleading innocence, others begging for a victim to kill. Cecily continued walking, her heels clacking; she was not phased by the torment of the prisoners anymore. She was determined to find out the truth about Axel.
END OF CHAP. 4 —————————— Click here for Chapter 5.
Chapter 4: B
A prisoner was centered in a circular room with one door placed in front of him, and a light shining down where he sat, motionless. He was in a kneeling position; a bar was cuffed to his ankles, his arms held up over his head by a chain that came down from the ceiling, and his hands completely encased inside a thick metal that was shaped like an upside-down V. The man’s eyes were shielded by a metal plate that wrapped around his skull and fastened in the back with something similar to a black belt. He wore nothing but a pair of ripped up jeans and a gray tank top, but what he wore didn’t matter to him anymore. The only thing that mattered to him now was his freedom, and he was going to do whatever it took to get it. The noise of scraping metal echoed through the room, and the prisoner recognized it as the door of his cell.
“Hm,” he mused, a devious smile spreading across his face, “Is that you, Cecily? Have you come to tell me how much I sicken you again?”
“No,” Cecily responded. The clack of the heels she wore were always pleasing to the man, even if they were accompanied by nasty insults.
“Well, I’m sure you aren’t here to ask me how my day’s going.”
“No one has fed you for three days,” she sighed, a hint of pity in her voice, “here.” Cecily pulled off a small water-pouch that had been slung over her shoulder and held it out to the man.
“I sincerely hope you aren’t trying to hand me something.”
Cecily sighed, slightly irritated by the man’s smart remark. She stepped closer to him, tilting the pouch’s nozzle toward his face, “Open your mouth.”
The man took a sip, only to instantly cough and choke on the fluid he had been offered. He didn’t spit it out, but he had trouble finally swallowing whatever it was.
“What the hell is that supposed to be?” he sputtered.
“It’s soup, you ungrateful–” Cecily stopped mid sentence and pinched the bridge of her nose, “I… made it myself. It’s a little cold now, yeah, but you should have some anyway. You’ll starve.”
“So, what you’re saying is… you made me some soup because you care about me?”
“Axel, I swear to God, I will let you die. No one told me to do this. Personally, I’d rather see you suffer.”
“That’s obviously not true,” Axel replied, grinning, “it may have been at first, but I believe I’m growing on you.”
“No! God, get a grip,” Cecily blushed, a frustrated look appearing on her face, “I would rather be friends with a rock!”
“I beg to differ.” Axel was no longer smiling.
“What are you trying to say?!”
“Mind keepin’ it down? Hearing is one of the only things left I get to enjoy in this place.”
“Whatever! I’m leaving.” Cecily huffed, dropping the pouch of soup on the floor; her heels clacked as she approached the exit.
“I know you’re intelligent, Cecily,” Axel said, his voice becoming deeper with seriousness. Cecily stopped at the door and turned to look at him.
“And that’s why,” Axel continued, “I know that, in the end, you’ll make the right choice.” The corners of his lips tilted up slightly.
Cecily took one last look at Axel and then toward the floor. What could he mean by that, Cecily wondered, tugging the door open and letting the air from outside gush in. She knew better not to believe or listen to anything he said, but his words didn’t fade into distant memories this time, as they always have. This time, the words danced around in her head, digging up questions she had long ago buried in her mind. Cecily opened the door a little wider to fit through and then closed it behind her, finally sighing and leaning against the cold metal.
Was there something more to what happened to Axel? Was he more than just some criminal who kills for fun, or did he have a reason? The more Cecily thought about it, the more she didn’t know about Axel’s imprisonment. He wasn’t given a trial, due to being a DPP, or a Dangerous Powered Person; in the law of the Zentique Court, it states that people labeled as DPP’s who kill another are imprisoned without a trial, whether it was self defense or even an accident. All she knew about Axel was that he had committed several acts of murder, and she automatically assumed the worst. The way he acted and talked to Cecily led her believe he was as evil as his crime, but was that really the case?
Cecily sighed and moved to a pass code panel on the right side of the door, tapped five numbers into it, and listened until she heard a low rumble and a click. She pulled on the door handle to make sure it was locked, and turned to walk down a long hallway filled with doors to other prison cells.
Screams echoed through the hall; some pleading innocence, others begging for a victim to kill. Cecily continued walking, her heels clacking; she was not phased by the torment of the prisoners anymore. She was determined to find out the truth about Axel.
END OF CHAP. 4 —————————— Click here for Chapter 5.