"Was I too hard on them?"
Greg tossed the pink shirt that he was wearing a couple of episodes earlier up in the air and accompanying the blocky television device that he was viewing from, fizzled into pink and blue hues of energy respectively. The shifting walls that he was walking through led him into his office...
... where he already had a visitor waiting.
"Why, hello there! I see there are no theatrics today!"
ugh...
The figure could see the characteristic green message window open up before him, the white text donned across it, filling his view,
[The Ever-Changing Wave remains silent]
"..."
"... Anyway," the message board fizzed out, "... the place that you sent me to look at is quite... special," he passed over a brown book over to Greg, "they're based in the first bound, but with their abilities they seem to have the capabilities to migrate into the third or pushing it, the fourth bound, but I haven't yet been able to dig that much because someone...," "Wow! What a nice handwriting...," "...told me," "I should make you...," "... that they had," "...a teacher over here!" "... something 'big!' to tell me," "What do you think about it, eh? wink, wink! "
"No thanks, you already have a devil who writes better than I do," Greg tied up the dark lace woven across the book into a neat knot, "but he rarely even gets out of his office, even after he realized what his... oh wait, their kind, kind of like it, don't they?"
"..."
"Right, Big thing I wanted to tell you!"
"Mmhmm...,"
"So, you might be working with, one, a wonderful guy we're looking into, two, some people I was toying with while looking at my show,"
"What?"
"AND! Final but not the least, three, a weird baby!"
"... still, what?"
"And one more final, final thing, Watch out...!"
"?"
"... they come in threes... Hah, I really wanted to say it, and it feels so good that I have finally said it."
"..."
"...?"
Was he ever like that before?
"Your husband was definitely not able to do that before..."
I'M SO SORRY, I ALMOST LEFT YOU BEHIND!
He shuddered at the thought of it, though he understood why his friend had such passion, it was even more so painful to know that he would be torn apart by all these "sharks" at sea because of it. He slid out of the commenter's view easily as he was still hooked onto his friend's performance and hurriedly walked off to the one place he could get some peace of mind, because that was basically it's entire M.O,
"Huh, where did he go?"
"..."
The spectators swiftly shifted their gaze to Seiza, the performer's friend who was already aware of the earthen break forming right before him. Thankfully blessed by the wind attribute, he made a quick dash for it. A quick beautiful leap backed up by the determination to escape from what would have been a horrible event but behold, the spectators didn't like this ending, the speed that he verily believed in was now up against a new fierce contender,
"You're new to this, aren't you?"
It was out of earshot, but what wasn't,
"AAH!"
Was the ring of thorns that were greedily boring their yellow fangs into his ankle. The unimaginable pain sucked all the strength away from the loosely trained body of dear Seiza. This, in turn, made the work of the vine behind him much easier as it hurled the suspended boy into the earth below him.
The aggressors walked out into the open, revealing their pleased faces to their very own masterpiece before them, who was trying to get his bearings after having the wind knocked out of him.
"Where are you?? Your wife's hurt...!!"
Quick, almost soundless and as if bearing a grudge, rigid spikes of rock held one of the aggressor's arms in place as he reached in, to nudge the leader. The army of goons behind them also suffered similar fates, the piercings ranging from mere limbs to graver injuries, but most of the effort as clearly seen by the stunned onlookers was aimed at Brock, the one who launched the attack, but his large set build amazingly dodged the numerous attacks that gunned for him by a hair's breadth and he could still feel many more below him still tugging at the emerald barrier he had set right beneath the soil that his very feet stood upon.
"This is going to be good," one said as the brawl continued. The red-haired boy who was captured by the spikes right next to Brock's side transformed his afflicted arm into a red clawed monstrosity, the flashy mix of purple and yellow blaze eating through his uniform's left sleeve. The section of earth that went through his arm boiled off as it failed to withstand the soaring high temperatures within him. The punctures healed and now Baxter was geared up and ready to make someone regret their very own existence.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, stay right where you are."
{Ink is baring its fangs]
"You too buddy."
{...]
{Ink is puzzled by your decision]
{Ink has fallen silent and is monitoring the situation]
"This fucker..."
-bang
Something landed on Park's face.
The thorny growths punctured his face as soon as they landed.
"Open your eyes."
"I'm sorry I can't."
The rhetorical back and forth continued as the heavy fists relentlessly befell Park.
The poor sandbag crouched on the ground still stood his ground as the fists fell on him.
He could taste the metal as his skin tore up. Blood endlessly flowed from the wounds.
"SHE SAID I'M NOT HER TYPE?"
The beast's thoughts slowly unraveled.
"MEEE?"
The crowd below heard the scuffle going on upstairs.
"Fucker's gone nuts."
"He might actually kill him."
Another one said.
"Anyway, all the better I hated that kid."
"Good riddance."
"Kekekeke"
Madness clouded Brock's eyes.
Ella was balling up her fists.
"Stay in there. Please."
{Ink will remember this incident]
"ME AND HER..."
"WE'RE DESTINED TO BE!!!"
"AND THEN THE BITCH GOES AHEAD AND SAYS FUCK ALL."
The intensity increased.
Brock's rage was boiling over.
{The figure's skill has met the specific requirements]
"Wow I'm feeling really good all of a sudden."
{The skill: Green horn is now transforming...]
Brocks green fists were slowly changing.
With every hit, a shade of black encroached over them.
"Almost there!"
"Don't die on me!"
Brock displayed a crazed look as he pounded on him.
"Any minute now!"
{Congratulations!]
{Green Horn has acquired a new form]
{A new skill is being registered]
{Death's kiss has been registered]
"YEESSS THAT'S THE STUFFF!!!"
A wash of ecstasy flooded over his face.
There was a rush of footsteps below.
Within no time, they were now before Park's door.
"What the fuck's going on?"
Brock was standing over Park's bloody body. Most of his figure was shrouded in darkness.
The only thing visible were his fists.
The growths were now dark with a shade of red.
"Someone's looking different."
"Beating this punk was really nice."
Brock heaved a sigh of relief.
"You almost killed him."
"Kekekeke."
"So sad you couldn't finish the job."
"He could have joined the other fucks being buried today."
"Yeah, you could have done him a favor."
Another said.
"But it's boring now."
Brock said.
"Look! He got blood all over your shoes."
"I guess he did."
Brock reached into his closet.
"Ella! No!"
Park moved.
"Eh? Looks like he still got some life in him."
Something hit his head.
"Ay! You'll kill him!"
Park was drifting in and out of consciousness.
Brock reached into his closet and yanked one of his shirts. He wiped off his blood and tossed it in his face.
A red hair was right in front of his face.
"Just die already yeah?"
"Enough Baxter. We need to leave."
Baxter spat on him.
"You're lucky, Weak fuck."
Brock motioned his army of goons out of the room.
The sound of their boots echoed after them as they walked away.
There was silence now.
The closet door flew open.
{Regeneration is sharply in effect]
Pops and cracks could be heard all over his body.
"What were you thinking?"
She wiped the spit off him and tossed the shirt aside.
"You could have almost died!"
"A...Almos..t"
"Hehehe..."
"Help me...up."
Ella offered a hand and helped Park get to his feet. With a mighty grunt she helped him to his bed.
Park silently stared at Ella as his body reconstructed itself. His body soaked the sheets beneath red.
"Got something on your..."
She slapped him.
She was holding back tears.
"Park's a dummy."
She puffed up her face.
His punctures were now closing up.
As if on time, she planted a kiss on his cheek and placed a small case beside him.
"What's all this?"
He tried to sit up, but she pressed him down.
"An apology."
She straightened herself and in a pink dust she was gone.
A tear fell on the pink mound on the floor.
Steam erupted from Park's room.
"I think I did good today."