Derrick stood in the large building by himself leaning against the wall, sword in hand. He'd been taking a bit of his time practicing how to use properly. The closest thing he'd held to this would have been a baseball bat, which wasn't exactly the best reference point when using pointy stabby things.
He sighed to himself and adjusted his jacket. The whole situation sucked, what chance did he really have of getting to the end? He'd never been in a fight and he sure as hell didn't know how to. It didn't help even with practice he was still unwieldy with the sword. And even so, could he really do it? Kill someone while his mom and siblings watch?
The worst part is he honestly considered it.
He slid down the wall till he hit the ground and held the sword up sideways and fixated on it. It should have disgusted him, horrified him even, but Derrick couldn't muster up the strength to care. If someone stepped up and tried to stab him, would he stop them or welcome them with open arms?
He looked upwards at the pane of glass and studied it. There was once care built into this place, probably as much history as well. Good or bad? Didn't matter anymore, it would all be covered in blood, bullets and fire by the end of it.
Element of One
Phase 1 (0-12 Hours)
(Adopted from Espional)
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((Stan continued from elsewhere))
A beautiful, very beautiful and handsome, clean-cut and stylish blonde boy whose hair had been messy but readjusted returned to the Church, but this time his head was visibly bloodied. As he opened the door he recognised the boy with the blade.
His fists that were inside his gloves shook as he stared at him.
Yet, the pulchritudinous being spoke to Derrick.
"Derrick~"
Stan couldn't kill Buddy.
Stan couldn't kill Kassandra.
But God will give him power in this house.
After all, Derrick Thomson was simply a beanpole in comparison to Ulrich Stanley Astley.
A beautiful, very beautiful and handsome, clean-cut and stylish blonde boy whose hair had been messy but readjusted returned to the Church, but this time his head was visibly bloodied. As he opened the door he recognised the boy with the blade.
His fists that were inside his gloves shook as he stared at him.
Yet, the pulchritudinous being spoke to Derrick.
"Derrick~"
Stan couldn't kill Buddy.
Stan couldn't kill Kassandra.
But God will give him power in this house.
After all, Derrick Thomson was simply a beanpole in comparison to Ulrich Stanley Astley.
I'm so glad to be back !
It didn't take long for Derrick to stand up once he heard the door open, especially once Stan made his presence known. An arrogant, racist tryhard. He was one of the worst when it came to over the top patriotism. Obviously he's been busy, what with the blood covering his head. Derrick couldn't see any weapon on him, but that didn't mean he was not dangerous. Sure, dude looked like a chubby bastard, dolled up in fancy shit his parents probably bought him.
But the blood and the personality told another story and that's all Derrick needed.
Derrick stepped away from the wall and over to one of the benches, he leaned down on it with his left hand while putting his sword over his right shoulder. "Stan....I see you're hurt. What happened?" His casual stance had a twofold idea behind it, help hide his fear of what Stan represents and hopefully make him let his guard down. He was trying to keep the calm in his voice, slowly breathing in and out.
He wasn't safe around him, didn't take a genius to figure that out.
But the blood and the personality told another story and that's all Derrick needed.
Derrick stepped away from the wall and over to one of the benches, he leaned down on it with his left hand while putting his sword over his right shoulder. "Stan....I see you're hurt. What happened?" His casual stance had a twofold idea behind it, help hide his fear of what Stan represents and hopefully make him let his guard down. He was trying to keep the calm in his voice, slowly breathing in and out.
He wasn't safe around him, didn't take a genius to figure that out.
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As Derrick threatingly held the sword like a baseball bat, Stanley was intimidated and at first hesitant to move forward further. But Stan let these thoughts filled with doubt drop. Doubt was never an element that helped Stan to pursuit his dreams. If he wanted to get an A in the exam, he did. If he wants to defeat Derrick, he would. If Stan and the Americans want America to win the war, they would. If Stan wants to win The Program, he would.
There was no room for doubt. The spirit counts. Stan's confidence was reflected in his voice.
"Ah, nothing. Don't mind it."
Stan grinned and had his head slightly downward. Then he turned back to carrying his nose up and moved slowly closer to Derrick, having both of his fists raised.
Stan knew that Derrick was a weakling. Swords were scary, but Stan had the gloves and Derrick was weak. Weak.
Weak.
Stan could beat the crap out of Derrick and then take the sword for himself.
Derrick is weak.
There was no room for doubt. The spirit counts. Stan's confidence was reflected in his voice.
"Ah, nothing. Don't mind it."
Stan grinned and had his head slightly downward. Then he turned back to carrying his nose up and moved slowly closer to Derrick, having both of his fists raised.
Stan knew that Derrick was a weakling. Swords were scary, but Stan had the gloves and Derrick was weak. Weak.
Weak.
Stan could beat the crap out of Derrick and then take the sword for himself.
Derrick is weak.
I'm so glad to be back !
At first it seemed like it worked. Stan had stopped in his tracks like a deer in headlights, looked about as clever as one as well. But it seemed like a switch had gone off in his head, a sudden confidence boost or just a reminder of what he just refused to answer came to his mind.
Suddenly he was moving. Slowly, but surely making his way over to Derrick.
"Ah ah ah." Derrick stood back upright, both hands were now clasped around the handle of the sword still hanging on top his shoulder. Stan was getting closer, hands up in the air in a pair of gloves like he was ready to fight.
Has he lost his mind? Is he going to punch someone holding a sword? It doesn't matter how close he thinks he's going to get or how fast he thinks he is, he's going to get skewered, if not by him now then someone else later will.
"I see by your non answer that I can assume the worst Stan, but that doesn't mean you're going to get me. Step back or I'm going to use it!" Derrick was trying to desperately hold that confidence in his voice. Leaving that threat in the air, he wasn't sure if he could live up to. Maybe he shouldn't. Either way. He hoped Stan would take the hint.
Suddenly he was moving. Slowly, but surely making his way over to Derrick.
"Ah ah ah." Derrick stood back upright, both hands were now clasped around the handle of the sword still hanging on top his shoulder. Stan was getting closer, hands up in the air in a pair of gloves like he was ready to fight.
Has he lost his mind? Is he going to punch someone holding a sword? It doesn't matter how close he thinks he's going to get or how fast he thinks he is, he's going to get skewered, if not by him now then someone else later will.
"I see by your non answer that I can assume the worst Stan, but that doesn't mean you're going to get me. Step back or I'm going to use it!" Derrick was trying to desperately hold that confidence in his voice. Leaving that threat in the air, he wasn't sure if he could live up to. Maybe he shouldn't. Either way. He hoped Stan would take the hint.
Suddenly Stan ran and Derrick had a fist in his face. He recoiled and another fist came. And another, and another. And soon Derrick was taking a beating by a Richie Rich look a like wearing gloves.
So, yeah. He didn't take the hint. Pretty embarrassing when you think about it.
To create some distance between the two, Derrick took his left hand off and made a quick jab for Stan's face.
So, yeah. He didn't take the hint. Pretty embarrassing when you think about it.
To create some distance between the two, Derrick took his left hand off and made a quick jab for Stan's face.
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Haha!
Derrick wasn't even prepared for the punches. Using the sword his ass.
Stan saw Derrick's hand coming, but wasn't able to dodge it. He closed his eyes and could feel his glasses flying off to the ground.
Derrick wasn't even prepared for the punches. Using the sword his ass.
Stan saw Derrick's hand coming, but wasn't able to dodge it. He closed his eyes and could feel his glasses flying off to the ground.
I'm so glad to be back !
It worked! Stan's glasses flew off as Derrick's jab made quick contact with his nose. He staggered and Derrick saw his opportunity.
Stepping backwards with both hands once again around the handle, he swung his sword at him in a wide, sideways arch.
Stepping backwards with both hands once again around the handle, he swung his sword at him in a wide, sideways arch.
He had expected it to be stopped, at best by it embedding itself in Stan's stomach. Then Derrick could bail and leave him there in his stupid agressive agony. But no, instead he caught the blade and they were in a tug of war over it . Derrick trying to shivy it in Stan's hand enough for it to cut his hands up.
No budge. Gotta give him that, tenacious little bastard he was.
So Derrick decided to do something risky, something that might very well cost him his life, and if not his then someone else's.
As Stan pulled the blade towards himself, Derrick let go of the blade and ran towards Stan with his own flurry of punches.
No budge. Gotta give him that, tenacious little bastard he was.
So Derrick decided to do something risky, something that might very well cost him his life, and if not his then someone else's.
As Stan pulled the blade towards himself, Derrick let go of the blade and ran towards Stan with his own flurry of punches.
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Turns out blades weren't that dangerous when your hands were covered in gloves. Both boys were holding the sword until Stan held it alone.
Before Stan could realise he only could feel punches hitting him while he still held the sword tight, with him having his eyes closed out of instinct.
Before Stan could realise he only could feel punches hitting him while he still held the sword tight, with him having his eyes closed out of instinct.
I'm so glad to be back !
He bared down punches on him. A left hook there. A right jab there. Even without the sword Derrick had the control. Stan was many things, but a fighter? No, he might have the instinct to go in and try for a kill, but he didn't have the power.
Derrick saw his eyes close. The coward couldn't look him in the eye as he was beating him down. Cowering behind the sword like it was a protective blanket that would stop all the hurting.
But it wouldn't. And by the end of this he will answer and he will see.
He drew his right hand back and putting some force behind it, slammed it down on his cheek.
"You ready to tell me now, Stan?!"
Derrick saw his eyes close. The coward couldn't look him in the eye as he was beating him down. Cowering behind the sword like it was a protective blanket that would stop all the hurting.
But it wouldn't. And by the end of this he will answer and he will see.
He drew his right hand back and putting some force behind it, slammed it down on his cheek.
"You ready to tell me now, Stan?!"
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Stan felt disgusted as he could feel his sanguine fluids coming out of his nose.
A very unpleasant noise came from Stan's teeth colliding with each other while having his mouth closed.
Derrick was shouting something at him in an angry voice. He let his sword drop to blindly punch back with his heavy-duty gloves.
A very unpleasant noise came from Stan's teeth colliding with each other while having his mouth closed.
Derrick was shouting something at him in an angry voice. He let his sword drop to blindly punch back with his heavy-duty gloves.
I'm so glad to be back !
Teeth and nose colliding together in a cacophony of noises from Stan's face as his fist made it's work. He could hear it clearly, the most revolting sound in the world.
He knew there wasn't much more this guy could take. He will break.
He heard the distinct of the sword hitting the floor, but he was more preoccupied with this sudden fist in his face. It hit the side of his nose and made him stagger backwards. His breathing had turned irregular since the start of this dance and with this hit, he struggled with getting his breath back.
His hand shot up to his nose and covered it. He stared daggers at this boy he could barely see through the pain emanating from his nose and the red that clouded his eyes.
"H-had enough?!"
He knew there wasn't much more this guy could take. He will break.
He heard the distinct of the sword hitting the floor, but he was more preoccupied with this sudden fist in his face. It hit the side of his nose and made him stagger backwards. His breathing had turned irregular since the start of this dance and with this hit, he struggled with getting his breath back.
His hand shot up to his nose and covered it. He stared daggers at this boy he could barely see through the pain emanating from his nose and the red that clouded his eyes.
"H-had enough?!"