Survival Series: Clash Of Beings

What Is Misery?

Struck by the sharp glare of death Jake's brain quickly floods up with ideas. He puts a leg on the steel table from his siting position and throws a backflip supporting his hands with his chair. As he returns to the ground he flips his chair up and hooks Megan through the chair with the landing velocity.

With Megan trap in between the chair, at least Jake is more assurred that he ain't getting his neck twisted today, but the possibilities of that horror lay in great number all around him. He quickly races for the exit, taking an high jump that lands him on the stairs.

Unfortunately, Jake is not the only one that can jump. Behind him Jackson's crew chases after him in their number, a stretch of a hand is all that separates them. Nonetheless, Jake has his way.

He hurries up the stairs like a stopwatch counting 123 but rapidly, behind him the crew follow up close, jumping and chasing him like the stuntmen that they are.

As he reaches the last of the stairs, he finds the dark hallway staring at him. At first the spirit of procrastination enters him, but then the force of not wanting to die instantly strikes a change of mind.

Just as Bravo's large palm was about to grab his cloth he regains motion and dashes through the darkness having no idea of whence the end is, yet.

After a long run, with all their steps drumming heavily against the ground, Jake sights a passage at the left end of the hallway. Unable to hold his speed, he takes a rather rough curve smashing his shoulders into the walls as he turns left. The pain plays weakness.

Jake begins to leap while still trying to maintain the speed of his flight. In that moment Bravo and the crew draw even nearer but Bravo, the closest. As they reach the open hall Bravo picks a sack of wolftale and throws it at Jake.

By now Jake is already near the elevator, the sack bangs his head throwing him over into the elevator's floor. In reflex, he quickly turns and hits the button.

Jackson pauses with his face fortified in fury as the reality of Jake's successful escape dawns to his senses. He has three bare seconds till the doors shut. They have to hurry.

3, 2, 1! The doors shut leaving Jackson and the crew, who rushed after him in frustrated vexation.

Meanwhile in the elevator, Jake sits on the floor covered in the white dry powder of wolftale. The drug sack has bursted on his face. As usual, Jake needs to breathe to survive, but this time Jake's breath is rather ascribed as inhaling. He shakes his head in rapid vigor to clear his face off this powder but still some quality remains on his face.

Finally, the elevator delivers him to the horse shelter. He staggers out and falls on his knees in exhaustion, staring at the ground below him in a transfixed state. He's been drugged. Eventually, his eyes begin to water as they gradually grow red.

He then rests on one knee and struggles to stand up, but he falls right back without covering even a tiny bit of the distance of his journey. The whole world around him suddenly turns to a rollercoaster. Like he could feel the rotation and revolution of the Earth at the same time.

From out of nowhere Jackson grabs Jake's hand pulling him up to launch an attack. In reflex, Jake lands him first, a punch to his chest region. As the force pushes Jackson a little backwards, Jake pulls his hand off Jackson's strong grip, in the process tearing the sleeve of his own shirt.

Shockingly, Jackson is transfixed, he just stands there watching Jake like a bewitched soul. Jake in his over-focus to escape barely notices the attention, he ambles away in speedy steps.

Subsequently, Jackson stands on the same spot still staring at Jake's hand, lusting himself in Jake's tattoo; the face of a gallant bull.

"Jake," Jackson whispers to himself in an absolute state of bewilderedness.

On the other hand, the curse of weakness begins to overwhelm Jake's strength. His face begins to pale like a long time drug addict even though Jake have never had drug before in his life. He had just inhaled the finest drug in town goddammit.

His leg begin to grow weary like a piece of standing papers that can easily be blown away by the wind. He staggers waverly to a quad bike. At this time, even his own breath echoes in his ears in a loud menacing resonance.

He hurries up on one of the bikes like a cripple and swings both of his hands apart, using the last of his strength to breed fire on all the other quad vehicles. Then he quickly puts his dying hands on the handlebars and hits the gears.

Ding! Chime! The elevator door opens again and the rest of the crew alongside The Man and Herod's people comes along. It seems Jackson took a shortcut.

Jake quickly steers away.

All of their eyes rests on a freezed Jackson, but something else takes their attention immediately. The quad bikes alongside every other means of transportation in the shelter are blowing up in fire right in front of them.

What a series of shocking events for them but it wasn't over yet, not now. The sound of Jake's bike calls their attention, they can see him gaining more and more distance away from them. Herod's eyes widen the most, the news of their existence can cause a lifelong war that can crush the health of the Earth itself. This was not assumption at all, it's a reoccurring prophecy that has plagued his kind for years.

Bravo walks up to Jackson in hasty steps and puts a hand on his frozen shoulder, "What happened to you?"

Jackson's eyes blink for the first time in five minutes, he turns around, "Where's my bike?"

Without saying another word to Bravo he walks over to a large object covered in a dusty black blanket and throws the blanket off. It's a motor bike.

"We have to stop him before he reaches the city," The Man warns Jackson in a iced state, only his lips are moving.

"No need for the gang, I can stop him myself," Jackson assures The Man as he starts the bike.

The revving of the motor bike shiftly fills the area as Jackson gets in motion then boom...

Herod speeds pass him and holds his bike back, staring furiously and unblinkingly into Jackson's eyes. "I'm afraid it is way beyond your beef now, Jackson! It has grown into my kind of conflict," Herod proclaims.

As the last of the words leave his mouth, Megan, Elsa, and another guy around her age, only rougher, Fredrick come to stand behind Herod holding up raw anger in their eyes.

"Burn him, I don't want the slightest proof of his existence," Herod commands sharply.

Before the humans around could fully process the weight of Herod's words the three of them race off in superhuman speed. Even the wind is caught up by surprise and runs around the place in confused but much pressure.

It's this day the horse keepers knew what they were protecting, beings with superhuman abilities. They all freeze in shock, they've always thought themselves to be drug dealers. Herod looks to one and cracks a devious smile, hell yeah they're all gonna die.

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On the other hand, Jake is barely conscious on his quad bike, he's taken of the disquise by now. His eyes blink unremittingly in weakness. All his life he've never been so vulnerable to anything. Today's his greatest horror, quavering on a bike while being hunted by the characters he only thought existed in movies. And they're not here to see a fan, but to kill one.

There Jake lay on the bike, banging his head continually on the speedometer like a lifeless body on a horse, with hands barely holding up to the handlebars making the bike waver in imitation of the movement of a bored snake.

Deep down in himself he wrestles the dominion, but unfortunately for him the drug has already taken seat with his blood, travelling collectively with it like love ones.

Much more unfortunately for Jake, the werewolves has caught sense of his smell, and has now gained sight of his bike. They race for him like a lion races for a prey, holding no such thoughts of offering last words.

From afar him Fredrick jams both his palms together in brute force, and immediately the ground underneath Jake's bike raises a slope in obedient to Fredrick's command.

In shift betrayal the bike throws Jake off as it goes over the slope, and finds it's way while Jake lands roughly, back first on the field. One can swear he broke a rip there. It now dawned on Jake that the werewolves also had powers of their own, they can control the earth element.

As he opens his eyes from the ground he sees a tall figure walking up to him in an ominous fashion. The figure stands by him and watches him with keen interest in a way that makes him super concerned.

In the next seconds to follow the figure picks him up with a tight grip to his neck, and raises him up straight with his toes being the only part of him touching the ground. In this moments Jake begins to stress his palm opening and stretching it far and wild in a hope to trigger his magic but it seems drugged Jake has lost all connection to his deadly self in the time he needed it the most.

Finally the blurriness clears off his eyes and to his surprise, he's in Elsa's hands. He becomes ice again, at this point hoping more to connect with her instead of his own voodoo abilities.

But wasting no time, Elsa's hand moves in for the slaughter, one to the back of his head and the other to his jaw. She's gonna break his neck! Her muscles quickly get in motion, but at the last second of his death his dreams came true.

A feeling of reluctantly haunts Elsa's being as her eyes collide with his. It feels to her like she can literally see her gentle soul through his eyes, and is suddenly channelled with a feeling of enlightenment that communicates with the burden inside her. She freezes.

"What are you waiting for?" Megan questions her in a slight raise of tone.

Fredrick walks over to her hastily and shifts her away gently, "Let me had him." He grabs Jake's neck more tightly and gives off a mischievous smile, showing almost all his teeths.

Jake's sure love can't save him here, Fredrick loves pussy, and Jake sure as well does too.