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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 20, 2012 1:10:26 GMT -5
Duh, resurrect, kill again, resurrect, hug the life out of, resurrect, hug again scolding to never die again xD
*nods* I agree with Chandi... Pangea is incredible.
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Post by Walker Jones on Mar 12, 2012 9:19:50 GMT -5
Gravel was tossed as the two charged- locking claws as they fought for the upper hand. Lorenzo kicked out- sending Pangea reeling back. It hissed; white, void-like, pupil-less eyes glaring into his own. The Florentine smirked, readying himself for attack. Pangea's long arm swung out- claws outstretched, ready to scythe him into pieces. Florence jumped back- first landing on the roof of a car and with another powerful kick he launched himself at the attacker. Pangea moved to the side- grabbing the man by the back of his jacket it kneed him in the chest- bringing it's hand down onto the back of Florence's head- forcing it into the cobbled streets. Lorenzo lost his breath for a moment- stunned by the attack before having his head shoved into the ground. He hissed, struggling to get back up as more pressure was forced onto his head.
The Ancient leaned down, his distorted face next to Lorenzo's; “You think you can overcome me?” Pangea growled into his ear; “I am the one who lived through the worst catastrophes in the history of life itself, when ninety precent of life died guess who was still fucking alive and kicking. So what is a tiny, worthless, city like you going to do about it?” It purred, chuckling to itself as it pushed the man's skull further into the ground. Florence growled in reply, trying to get the thing off of him.
“Hey! Bongiorno Sir!” Lorenzo heard a familiar young boy's voice call out, he stood next to his Southern counter part along with Sicily, Mafia and a very unhappy look Calabria. It seemed Veneziano had brought artillery with him- Pangea hissed, glaring at them.
Sicily smirked, Florence would never greet them with a glare “Gottcha,” Pointing the AK47 at Pangea. The thing stood, but it's arm was still holding down Lorenzo- the appendage making a disturbing cracking noise as it twisted and elongated while Pangea was now vertical. It grinned at her- the sharp-toothed smile spreading across it's pale face.
She pulled the trigger.
A shattering scream ripped through the desolate streets as Pangea was torn to pieces when bullet after bullet ripped their way through it's flesh- it bent backwards- farther than it's now shattered spine would allow until it's hair and tattered hoodie nearly touched the ground- Lorenzo coughed, glaring at the shattered body through narrowed eyes. Sicily had destroyed the bloodied pulp. It was nothing more than a pair of legs with a mess of blackened flesh attached flimsily to the top. He removed the limp hand from his face and stood. Backing away from the thing. It was unnatural- Pangea was obviously dead, but wasn't falling. Florence watched as it's skin bubbled, bloody puss-filled pockets expanding and bursting. The smell was revolting, his stomach began to turn as he held a hand to his nose to block out the scent.
A yellow bile-like froth dripped from the creature's half-torn away face, it gargled- the air leaving it's lungs for the last time. “Ve, arrevadercci,” Lorenzo growled, feeling himself begin to color again, turning back to normal. He limped over to Sicily and the others.
“Zoni...” Veneziano started to make his way forward but was held back by his brother.
“Who are you.” Romano demanded, his narrow red-brown eyes narrowing to glare at the man.
“I-it's me, Lorenzo, don't you remember?” Florence stuttered, slightly shocked that they were apprehensive about him.
“Prove it.” Sicily said flatly.
Lorenzo opened and closed his mouth, as if silently speaking, his eyes widening in surprise- “I-I took care of you three when you were younger... Veneziano, you remember, si?”
Veneziano's eye dropped to the dirtied streets- not meeting Lorenzo's pleading ones. “V-ve..” he mumbled, leaning on his brother slightly.
“W-where is Vinci then? He would be with you, si? He is my brother.. that should prove it, he would know..” Florence pleaded, watching as the five Italian's went silent, staring at the ground, “m-my brother, where is my brother?” Florence looked desperately from Sicily, to Veneziano, to Calabria. None of them returned the look.
“Zoni....” Sicily began, “Leonardo's not waking up...” silently she shifted from one foot to the next, sniffing quietly as Romano put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She dropped the semi-automatic and began to sob, clinging onto her older brother.
“Leonardo...” he chocked, feeling his throat tighten, following Ignazio's saddened stare to behind an over-turned car. Florence turned, stumbling slowly over to where the body lay peacefully on the dying earth. His stumbling turned into pained running as a mournful scream ripped itself from his chest “Cazzo! You can't! It should be me!” He sobbed, his legs giving way as he fell to his knees next to his brother. “Leonardo....” he called, tears rolling down his face as he dug his nails into his palm, feeling the warmth of blood begin to pool in his fists- he didn't dare touch the body- in fear he would disturb his brother's eternal sleep. He shook, ignoring the other figures who stood off to the side- frozen in their places. “dammit.. take me instead..” Lorenzo cried, for the first time in a long time, he felt tears stain his dirty beaten face as he rocked back in forth. “Leonardo!”
Pangea's white eyes stared blankly, the world slowly coming back into focus as it stood still, it's spine permitting an unnatural backbend due to the bullets which ate away at it. It's skin boiled and frothed, unleashing sulfur-like oils and and bile. Black skin bubbled as it regenerated slowly, while the others were distracted with their fallen comrade;
Pangea gurgled, it's spine slowly rebuilding as it nonchalantly unbent- It's jaw completely missing, exposing a bloody dirt-smeared trachea and chest cavity, it's eyes sunken in and blackened- staring off blankly. It looked over at them, study the group which huddled by the body. Their pitiful cries cutting through the empty city streets. The cries, the cries.. make them stop. Make them stop, Pangea clutched its tar-black pointed ears and screamed;
“Make the noise stop!” It screamed, kneeling, rocking slightly as Pangea began to evolve again his upper body bubbling and distorting to give Pangea a slightly hunch-backed appearance. One of it's arms grew to a inhuman size- the musculature bulging slightly as the black slimed, eel-like skin ripped, exposing black tentacles, the parasite was trying to get out. Pangea screamed, pain ripping through it as convulsed, the tentacles writhed, getting their bearings from newly leaving their host, a shiver ran down it's newly destroyed spine as it stood, a quivering, tumor-like mass covering the top half of it's back as thick black tentacles writhed in a slimy herd from the mass on it's back.
And it charged.
Sicily turned to see the writhing mass of Pangea headed straight to them. She screamed, feeling someone shove her out of the way. She hit the ground with a thud- watching as the enraged creature charged into Calabria, who jumped over her, landing nimbly a few feet away Mafia drew out his guns, firing at the thing who screamed angrily, ignoring them. It lashed out a tentacle at Florence, who sat curled up in a ball near his brother- not reacting as the black tendril lashed him, staining his shirt a dark red-black. Pangea growled in annoyance that it's victim wasn't showing pain, it lashed out again- striking across the Florentine's back. Florence sat quietly, his head in his hands as he rocked slightly in front of the dead mathematician. Why wasn't he reacting? Pangea screamed in anger, it's strikes becoming faster and harder until it picked up Lorenzo with a tentacle and threw him- sending him hurtling into a building.
Lorenzo didn't react as he hit the building, falling to the ground limply. His half-closed eyes blankly staring ahead, what should he do? He couldn't do anything anymore. He lost. He lost his brother. Leonardo, the brilliant boy with his curious smile and amazing talent for.. well... almost anything he set his mind to. And he was gone.
“You bastard!” it screeched, running after the limp body it had thrown. “Fight back!” it snarled, lifting the man up by his neck- pushing him against the partially destroyed wall of the building. It glared into the dull, unresponsive eyes of Pangea's prey. It snarled, tightening the grip around his neck. “I killed your brother, doesn't that make you angry? Fight me!” Pangea growled, feeling as a couple bullets struck him but were absorbed by the tendrils that grew from him.
Sicily screamed, standing as she rushed over to the creature, her shoes making soft desperate pats against the cracked dead earth- she latched onto Pangea's remaining humanoid arm- trying to pull it away, “Stop! You have to stop!” she cried, tears beginning to flow, it was going to kill him, their father, she wouldn't allow it. She couldn't.
Calabria and Mafia ceased fire, they wouldn't accidentally shoot their own sister. Calabria frowned, “Angelica...” he warned under his breath. Veneziano also ran over to the monster; trying desperately to tear away the creature's grip which slowly tighten.
Pangea snarled, with another tentacle it swept them away- sending the two back. The black slimy tendril picked up Veneziano, holding him high in the air. Northern Italy screamed, trying to get away as he beat the tentacle with his fists, Romano shouted something inaudible over the screams of the others. Drawing his gun he fired- watching as the creature screamed in pain as the tip of the tendril was separated and dispersed into a cloud of black smoke, it dropped the boy.
Florence slowly looked up, a blank expression painted on his face as he saw the boy hit the stone earth. He could feel it physically as the boy stilled, a small pool of blood forming around where his skull met the earth, matting his hair. He heard Romano cry out in anguish, running over to his brother, even with the wounds from the hundreds of bombs that flattened the southern Italian landscape no one could separate the two. And no one, would hurt Feliciano. Not while he could still live. He felt his fingers crack and elongate into points as his skin turned the unnatural grey-black color they used to be.
Florence's anger flared, in a quick movement he brought his feet up to the distracted Pangea and kicked- hitting the thing hard in the chest. It stumbled back- letting go of it's hold around Lorenzo's throat. He dropped to the earth, taking no time to regain his breath as he darted forward, jumping, digging his claws into Pangea, tearing mercilessly at it.
Sicily rushed over to her sobbing brother, who crouched next to Veneziano, his hands barely able to keep hold of his northern counter-part's shirt as he shook him “Wake up you bastard! Dammit!” Romano cried, “I won't let you go!” tears stained the boy's face as he lamented the loss of his lover. Sicily didn't dare interfere, she knelt next to Romano, wrapping her arms around him she pulled him into a tight hug, at first he resisted, before sobbing into her shoulder. Feliciano couldn't have joined Vinci, could he?
Pangea lashed out at Florence with another tendril- the thick black living cord smashing a car as Lorenzo dodged, rolling to the side. Standing again the Florentine barked, “You dare hurt Feliciano, you think you are his father, you are not his father, a father would never kill his own son!” he charged again, slicing a tentacle into shreds of black smoke which evaporated.
It screamed in pain and rage, Pangea's white eyes filled with fury as it picked up two cars, one per tentacle. It threw the automobile at Florence who jumped, giving himself an extra boost into the air with the car before swinging his leg down in an arc- a loud crack as his heel struck the top of the creature's head. Pangea growled, taking a step back from blow after blow the angered Florence struck him. But now he had him where he wanted him. Right in his trap. Pangea turned, lifting up the other car he held he threw it.
Lorenzo's eyes widened as he changed course, mid charge. Dust spiraled up from his feet as he spun dashing for his new targets; The two hugging personifications. He shoved them as hard as he could- forcing them to fall flat as he felt the car's force strike him- tearing him away from them. They would have been killed if it had hit them, he would have lost more. The car hit the ground compacting slightly, skidding on it's hood as sparks flew up from metal connecting with cement. Soon the skidding came to a halt, and Lorenzo felt blood pool around his trapped legs. He laid back down, his chest rising and falling in shaky heaves, he tried not to cry out in pain as the weight of the car crushed him. Biting his lip till it bled he forced himself to sit up, looking over the underside of the destroyed car to where Pangea lumbered over to him, taking it's time, ignoring the other personifications who sat in shock.
Florence tried pulling his lower body out from beneath the metal trap, the hood of the car had collapsed on top of him, jagged metal stabbing into his legs and torso. He glared up at the creature who chittered, it's creepy child-like laughter not fitting the massive tumor-like thing it was now. “I am Florence~ I am Lorenzo~” it giggled, “there can only be one.” It jumped landing on the car- a sickening crushing sound felt like music to his mutated ears along with the gasp of pain from the Italian. He watched as the man reached up a hand, in a last attempt to strike at him, before the hand fell back to the earth, becoming human again as crimson stained the stone ground, filing in the spaces in between the stones like a red river.
As Lorenzo hit the ground, he stared across at the earth blankly, blood beginning to pool in his mouth, “I-I am sorry, father, I failed you, I failed you, I couldn't protect them, I've failed.” He tried grabbing at the creature above him, before all went black.
Angelica's brown eyes widened in fear, First Mama Greece.. now Lorenzo, she sat up, too shocked to cry, he wasn't dead, he couldn't be, their father, her father, no, it was some trick. She couldn't breathe, her chest wouldn't allow her room, she felt as if someone had hit her heart with a hammer; as it slowly dawned on her- Renny was dead.
Pangea's eyes narrowed as it hopped off it's perch on the car, landing harshly on the ground. They would need to die, but it couldn't, it could hardly stand itself for Veneziano, and the man it had killed was right, a father would never kill his own son. He was Lorenzo M. Vargas. He couldn't harm them. No. He was their father- his life would come after their safety. It sighed, though truthfully it sounded more like a hiss of air from it's gaping hole that used to be a mouth. He would sacrifice for them, his children, Sicily, Feliciano, Romano... he blinked, feeling something unknown to him, wetness stained his face as he sunk to his knees, the tendrils melting off of him, evaporating in black smoke into the air. He knew he would die. And he would, for them. The neurotoxin began it's painful way, eating away at his head as he looked up at them, despair and fear painted on his face, “Acron... shut down.. Acron.” He begged, “please, you have to shut them down...”
Pangea fell forward, no longer the giant tumor-riddled creature, but who he was before. His silver hair dirty and blood-stained, his body human, even though horribly disfigured and scarred now it still held the noticeable features. The man, known as Pangea shivered slightly, before stilling.
A/N: ..First of all, before you panic, Feli's not dead. And so here you have it folks, there will be an epilogue, but this is ending one to There Can Be Only One! Now, a couple questions (these I'd prefer if you please answer ALL of them): 1)Favorite character? Why? 2) Favorite chapter? Why? 3) Scariest chapter? Why? 5) Saddest death/scene? Why? 4) How would you have preferred it to end?
I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. And remember, be yourself when answering these questions. Because everyone else is already taken, and as you know: There Can Be Only One. *bows*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Mar 12, 2012 21:21:39 GMT -5
*sighs of relief* thank Dio he's not dead....wait, ending one? O.o you mean there's more endings?
now, to answer your questions.
1.) I don't have a favorite actually. I like them all to much to have a favorite. 2.) Favorite chapter? Easy. The 4th chapter, where Pangea sings to Angel while she's on the beach. It's one scene I'll always carry with me. 3.) Scariest chapter? I don't know....Probably the one where Vin first sees Pangea (Where he gets his necklace ripped off....) 4.) Vinci's death. No matter how many times I read it, I can't help but cry. Why? Well, that's simple. You get close to him, and start to like him as a character, then he dies...and even more, he died saving the girl he loved....I would go into much more, but I'm tearing up as is, so I'm going to end it there... 5.) I'm pleading the fifth....
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Post by Carina Jones on Mar 12, 2012 21:40:19 GMT -5
*hugs* I really like this. I apologize now for the fact that I can't explain things
1) How many times have I mentioned not really being able to pick especially now with a bias from outside the fic *head desk* 2) I can't decide right now 3) ditto what Chandi said 4) Vinvin Because I love vinvin you get attached to him and then there was the picture. 5) I can't really say because there's no real way for this to be "happy happy"... well not without killing it. it's not that kind of story
I might reread and try to answer these better later... I just... am not braining properly today to do so, but feel the need to comment and tell you it's amazing and would feel bad not trying to answer.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Mar 14, 2012 0:55:53 GMT -5
two years after first bomb strike
“Hey Leo,” A quiet, saddened, woman's voice said, staring down at the small grave. The funeral had been relatively small, they all knew that the polymath wouldn't want it to be a somber sad occasion, and want people to be happy and celebrate the good times they had together. She crouched near the small stone and placed a white feather in front of it. They had buried their brother near the ocean, large waves rolling down below crashing against the jagged rocks. Her eyes still burned with tears, and even though her arm was in a sling- the war was over, Acron was eradicated, no more violence. She felt a hand on her shoulder, “C'mon Sily, let's get back to the party.” the American said, smiling sadly as he led her back to the wedding.
States and countries mingled together in a happy pool of broken limbs and beaten bodies, but no one was fighting. Sicily smiled, even though it was a sad smile. She looked over at her Papa who sat with a happy Hawaii on his lap, while Colorado listened to him telling a story that most likely started with “when I was young, about your age...”. Angelica knew her father well enough that she knew he would try and make the story involve whoever he was telling it to as much as possible, with a pick and chose kind of feel to it.
“Come-on Tex! I gotta show you something!” A girl laughed, pulling her brother through the crowd of people. Sicily noticed he had a bandage wrapped around his eyes, his other arm held out slightly so he wouldn't run into anything. From what Sicily had heard he had been blinded when Mexico finally got it's chance to try and claim back it's old colonies, which according to Mexico was completely justified since they were all in a time of war.
Her best friend, and now daughter sat chatting to Calabria and Northern Italy about pizza, which they both seemed to share a great fondness for. Memories of warmth from the oven filled her, she felt the heat of Alfred's hand in hers. Running trails of comfort up her arm. Even with the cold metal of the ring wrapped around her finger it still provided comfort.
The cake was presented, neither family, Italian nor American, could decide on whether the cake should have been the typical wedding cake or a dinosaur cake, which America insisted upon. So the decided product was a white wedding cake, but the small figurines of some of the nations that sat on it were being eaten by small plastic dinosaurs, like that odd American movie she once saw... Triassic Jungle possibly?
She smiled, Alfred's hand still on her's, they grabbed the knife together. Alfred smiled down at her, she met his smile with her own, gripping the knife firmly. No more fighting. None. The nations were once again, at peace.
Fin
White eyes flickered back into focus, staring up at the blank ceiling as the cold of a metal table pressed against it's back. The thing sat up; Silver hair falling over it's drawn face as it coughed raggedly. It blinked, once, twice, hadn't it died? It shouldn't be back. Frowning it left the table, dropping lightly to the tile floor.
“Welcome back, Pangea.”
I'll find music sooner or later...But yeah, that's all for ending one folks! I hoped you liked it!
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