Beyond The Holders
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See the Past, Be the Present, Seek the Future
ďJack EmptyĒ Thatís all Iíve really been worried about the past two years. Fucker is hell kindsa scary, right? In case I ever forget that simple fact, all I need to do is put my hand to my right eye socket and feel the eyepatch there. Then, I get all pissed off and giddy. Thatís a surefire sign that I should be scared. All Iíve thought about for the past two years is his soulless punkass, and what Iím gonna do to him when I find him again. Oh, Iím gonna cut his ass Ďtill he bleeds. Which is gonna imply a lot of cutting, since that bastard donít have any blood.
Two years ago today, that fucker ripped out my goddamned eye, and every day the pain reminds me of how bad I lost. No more, though. Two years, Iíve been training at this Dojo. Mizuchi-sensei, thatís the guy that runs the place. Heís old and Japanese, right, and all fuck kinds of good with a sword. I havenít told him much, dig? Just that this guy really whipped my ass using some kind of fancy, prissy-ass fighting style. He recognized some of the moves I was able to emulate from that empty asshole, and told me it was called Fencing. So, I offered to pay him a good chunk of cash (I seriously have no idea where this money comes from, thereís just always enough in my wallet. Itís bitchiní) to teach me how to fight.
That was two years ago. In the time I wasnít at the Dojo, Iíd go to any nut house within walking distance, Ďya know, to see if any idiots tried to snag an object, and in all this time, Iíve only had one. And he was a scrub seeker, going after his first object. Pissed me off. Anyways, olí Mizuchi-sensei, right, he is one of the few people whoís ever seen my sword and lived, dig? He seemed intrigued by it, but nevertheless started teaching me some old-ass style called ďIaidoĒ.
Iíve learned all I needed to from old man Mizuchi. Heís a good man, and quite skilled at what he does, and I think I will miss him. But, Ďya know, I have unfinished business. And I havenít butchered a seeker in a long, long time. Iím starting to get withdrawals, I think. Or some shit, Iíonno, I just wanna kill the hell out of someone. So, I started walking.
I donít really know how I wound up where I did, but I think it used to be someplace calledÖ Age Industries, or something. ďKeeping us betterĒ was a slogan I noticed a few times. Thing is, the place was all surreal. It looked blasted, like, a fucking war was fought in it, but that wasnít all I saw. I donít know if I was seeing the past, or the future, or if someone just spiked my coffee, but I saw, kind of see-through, and kind of slow-mo, people going nuts in there, killing each other with their bare hands and popping each otherís heads like fucking watermelons. It was grisly, and it made me pissed. And giddy. Iím not sure what the place really looked like, Ďcos all I saw were walls covered with blood and gore andÖ god knows what else.
I still donít know why I kept walking in there, but I found my way to a janitorís closet. Donít ask me why, I think my sword was being a douchebag again and dragging my ass where I didnít want to go, but anyways, I finally went into that closet. Inside, there was a corpseÖ well, that is to say, I saw a corpse. And I also saw a computer. Iím decently sure nothing was in here, but, well, I think my sword was letting me see the pastÖ or something. It can be a real dick sometime.
Well, on that computer, there was this likeÖ horror story, I guess youíd call it. Project 538, Iím gonna keep a note of that name. Then I got to the part about Jack. I almost cut the computer in half on the spot. Was there anything this asshole wasnít responsible for? I managed to not shred the computer and kept reading, finding all the research this guy had done. A few more names I intend to remember and look into later: Edo Edi Essum, Infectus, even that Legion bastard again. This is a lot to mull over, dig? But, first things first, Iím gonna go after old Jack again. Only this time, I know what the hell Iím doingÖ and my goddamned good sword here has taught me a few more tricks of its own.
Continued in A Dangerous Mistake to Make
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