Chronicles of Myth Volume One: Twisted Daydreams

Scene Forty-seven

I was left alone in the asylum waiting lobby, it was quiet and empty; as if all the life inside this home had left me. For the times I've complained to my loved ones be myself when I was younger, never would I have thought it would be this literal. As my senses came back to me, I felt the warmth and soft cloth of my family's cloak; the deep cherry red reminded me of home and the more I looked at it, the more I could see the imbued happy memories from inside of me; all of my loved ones: I could feel their love and belief in me, "It's nice isn't it"? Her voice was light and ethereal, but I could sense a hidden pain behind her words, as my vision focused from my sleep, I saw a woman standing in front of me, she had medium length strawberry blonde hair, her skin was a mix of olive green and a light summer tan; she wore a simple tank top under a unbuttoned grey long sleeve shirt and a pair of loose tattered jeans; she loosened the belt straps her beige leather sandals as she stepped inside the lobby, taking off her cowboy hat she looked at me flicking aside her bangs; she gave me a light smile, and I caught the scent of rust from her breath, I smelled the cold ashes inside the ritual pyre mix with the overwhelming bloody iron scent coming from her skin, she sat down next to me and took a deep sigh; her scent drove me crazy, I felt myself slipping away as the smell of iron grew stronger and stronger... the odd thing was I was intoxicated by her, not repulsed. She pulled herself closer to me, "You like what you see"? She said brushing her lips against my neck, "What if I said yes". She brushed her supple hands around my sides, I felt a warm feeling in my stomach as she raised and slid her arms down my back before wrapping them around my waist, she rested her head on my breasts and breathed me in, I could see her face get rosy; I looked into her bright yellow eyes, a subtle tint of green showed around her pupils as I saw them grow with excitement, she relaxed her grip and sat back in her chair, leaving my heart beating almost out of my chest; "Then we'll play some more later". She chuckled; "For now, let's get to business". The playfulness in her attitude and body language changed to that a honed weapon as she stood up and hardened metal around her body as a protective cover, her skin had lustrous sheen as the low voltage lights shined down on her, "And please give me a run for my money, I expect to compensated for our little taste test". She chuckled and walked outside putting on her sandals and hat; "I'll be waiting for you on the street". I stood up and stretched; I felt a spark inside me, then I heard my voice: "Don't forget who you are, remember everything that means to you". I looked at the mirror next to the magazine rack, since when did I wear this: under my cloak I was wearing a maroon red sweater and free flowing beige silk pants, I tightened the thin black laces of my winter boots and walked out the lobby doors into the foyer; I took in each step as I walked to the exit, I phased through the wall and stepped out into the street; it was cloudy outside, I smelled the rain on the asphalt and heard the wind howl; everything in this district was empty, and lifeless... it was a ghost town except for the automated trains that sped around the storage units; I faced my opponent, and cracked my knuckles; my cloak flowed behind me as my flames slowly rose, I launched forward in a blaze of flames; I swung down my fist and sent out an explosive blast; she raised a wave of metal from the street, I landed on my hands and threw myself into a cartwheel; I mashed my heel downward, making a small crater in the asphalt; I pulled my leg back upward and spun around on my hands as she reached for me with both hands, I bounced on one hand and leapt back; I ducked under a left straight and punched her stomach, I sent her flying back from the impact leaving a scorch mark in the center of her gut. As she halted to a stop she used the street as a magnetic rail and propelled herself toward me using the electric current running through the power lines, as she got closer I saw the metal from the warehouses cling to her body as an additional suit of protection; stopping completely twenty five feet from where I was standing, she thrust her arms forward and sent her armor speeding toward me like a bullet, dust flew everywhere as the metal suit crashed into the ground at my feet; clang, I brushed aside her fist with my outer side of my forearm; ducking under a left hook, I tackled her to the ground and smashed away at her torso; my fists slowly peeled away her skin, as her clothing was exposed; the metal I broke off wrapped around my arms and covered them from the shoulder down leaving me pinned to her torso, I broke free of the bindings as I pulled my arms backward and threw off the sleeves with two quick punches; she caught the metal and it formed back seamlessly back into her body. I swatted aside her punches with my forearms, she kept up the pressure with a series of heavy handed chops and powerful low kicks; I fended off each blow releasing a little blast of intense microwaves as she made contact with my skin, I saw the metal covering her skin turn into semi-liquid ore as it became softened, I placed my hands in front of my mouth and formed a diamond, I breathed out a jet of fire; a saw small glints in the inferno as she formed a wall of metal to protect herself from the flames, I saw the wall go back into the ground and I bent my neck to the left, dodging her straight punch, I stepped forward smashing my fist into her stomach knocking the wind out of her; I spun around on my heel and smashed her skull with a reverse roundhouse. I pulled her head down and smashed it into my knee; grabbing her by the throat I stood her upright, letting go I teleported behind her in a jet of flames and broke her upper spine with a palm thrust, I grabbed the collar and midsection of her shirt to toss her to the ground, a hand of fire grabbed her neck and pulled her downward smashing the lower part of her spine on the road, I walked up to her and smashed her sternum with a hard stomp, grabbing her by the collar I spun on my feet into a doughnut and tossed her into the air; I warped into the air, I caught her between my knee and elbows; smashing her rib cage and the middle section of her spine, I threw her to the ground and warped back to the street; grabbing her collar I drove her skull into the road scrambling her brains on the asphalt. I saw her stand back up regenerating the missing chunks of flesh torn from her body, she popped her jaw into place and dashed forward in a superman punch, I felt my jaw shatter from the impact; she ducked into a Dempsey roll and hammered away at my midsection with a machine gun burst of jabs, having my rib cage shattered apart, she let out two fierce hooks before I was launched into the air with an uppercut and grabbed by my feet; smashing my back on the ground; with a tackle she crashed her elbow into my stomach upon impact, and beat my face into a bloody pulp, she stood up and raised her leg over her head positioning it over my face, swinging her right heel down like a guillotine cracking the bones into multiple fragments; I felt my neck snap as my head was beat into a small crater. She wiped off the blood on her heel by dragging her foot, I rolled onto my stomach and let my wounds heal, I got back up and popped my neck back into place; I let my bones reset into place, "Oh still got some fight left in you"? She dashed forward and I caught her lariat with a palm thrust; I lifted her arm above her head and snapped it by the elbow, I caught a low kick from her leg left and smashed her kneecap with a cross guard, I returned a hard kick back to her chest; I dragged her arm toward me for a head butt, I grabbed her by throat and snapped her neck as I threw her back into the opposing street rail, she ducked as she grabbed me by my left leg as she stopped herself from the impact by standing in a wide stance, sweeping up my leg I was tossed on my back; I rolled out of the way and dodged a stomp, I did an arced dropkick coming out of the momentum of a back spin and kicked her to the ground. Landing on my hands I spun up to my feet, I sprinted forward into a tornado kick and watched her block it as she stood back up, I landed and followed up with dashing elbow to her face, she staggered back and ducked under to grab my waist, I was lifted up on my feet; having my skull and upper back smashed into the ground with a power bomb; I was grabbed again and she bent me over into a suplex cracking my neck on the street. I staggered to my feet as she let go of me, as my vision cleared up she formed a long blade from her right arm and impaled my stomach, lifting me off the ground she retracted back the blade pulling within arm's reach to grab my neck, with three punches to my stomach and face, she finished with a haymaker and sent me flying down the street; I was impaled through the heart with a long metal spike and crashed into the ground breaking my spine, I shot back up on my feet and held my hands in front of me for a fireball, as released the blast she walked up to me forming the metal around my body into an iron maiden, closing the eye slot; my back crashed into the shell from the explosion, I tilted my head back from the whiplash, hitting the back of my skull; by reaction I stood at the center of the ten foot diameter circle and formed a glassy orange shell around my body preserving the blood spikes formed inside the canister and broke off my ember shell, I opened my eyes and saw spikes just millimeters from my limbs, I saw bladed edged just graze past my cheek, suspending the death trap; the shell dropped into four parts and I clapped my palms together inside the ember, my protective armor exploding into a million fragments of explosive sparks, "Burn in hell". I directed the blast forward and sent the mothballs of fire toward her, snapping my fingers, the first set of sparks burned her eyes out of their sockets, I blew off her limbs one by one as detonated the sparks near the joints, I roasted her head and torso, charring her remains pitch black; I saw her body scatter into iron fillings, her body magnetized together and was standing back in front of me good as new. She hardened a shell of metal around her fists and decked me to the ground with a one-two combo, I got back up breathing hard, I filled my lungs with oxygen and breathed out a jet of fire; she walked forward just shaking off the flames with her armor, just a little closer; I got on all fours and raised the heat in my body setting myself ablaze, I charged the fires and blasted forward like rocket, I crashed into her stomach and saw the whites of her eyes as they rolled over; she did a double take and I stood up grabbing the back of her head, I smashed her head into my knee, I grabbed her neck and hit her face on the asphalt multiple times turning it into a bloody paste, with a groan she reformed the torn muscles; "Enough games". With a combat roll she sprang back to her feet and turning on the balls, she dashed forward; I caught her fists and met her toe to toe, she pulled me in and smashed her knee into my smash, smashing her elbows down into my back; I staggered back and she followed with a succession of wild hooks, with a dynamite punch to my face I was sent crashing to the ground. Walking over to me she knelt to deliver the final blow, I caught her fist and bent her arm in corkscrew; I let go and smashed my feet into her torso with rising dropkick, I wrapped my calf's around her neck and threw her over my waist crashing her head into the ground; for a moment we just laid there breathless with our bodies feeling like one giant wound, we faded in and out of consciousness regrouping the remaining iotas of strength in our bodies; I wiped off the blood and sweat: I got a couple blows in me... chances are she does too. She heaved for air as she staggered back up, I stood back on my feet regaining my composure; I let her punch forward, from the sluggish motion of the straight I stepped out of the way, grabbing her arm I finished the match with a judo throw; smashing her back into the ground. I sat next to her and coughed out blood infused mucus, I heard our stomachs growl, "Rock paper scissors... loser pays". She panted out, "Okay... on three". "One". I heaved out, she raised two fingers trying to catch her breath, "Three"; I saw her fist and felt my heart sink into my stomach... I threw out scissors and she threw out rock, "Damn it". "Call me Rachel". "Elaine"; she yawned before smiling, "The ugly ducks always become the most beautiful swans". I laid down on the street, "Well looks like my treat, so what do you want"? I heard a snore in reply, I tilted my head saw her drool and blush as she dreamt about dinner, tomorrow's Christmas eve... half a year's gone by already, just a week until the fight of our lives. I got on my feet and directed myself toward the center of the dead zone taking Rachel on my back, and surprisingly she was light as a feather; I walked along the empty sidewalk, with Rachel piggy backing on me and looked at the rising full moon surrounded by countless twinkling lights; there was a sky full of stars tonight, wiping the coming tears welling in my eyes; I started to long for my friends... my family, "Please come home safe".