Simon bolted upright from his sleep, with a scream of sheer terror. As he stared around at the room, he realized he was awake. slightly glowing sweat dribbled down his face and body, and his clothes and bed were drenched as well. Reaching out, he grabbed his glasses and changed. Once his clothes were on, he ran out of the room, and to the bleachers, by the field.
He needed to get away, but from what? Sudden warmth and wetness on his arm caught the boy's attention. Looking to the arm, he saw his bandage was soaked, and the blood had an eerie reddish glow, as opposed to the bluish hue it seemed to usually carry. Fear began to settle in, and he ran again. This time he went to the infirmary. Not immediately finding anyone, he began pacing, and softly praying and quoting psalms to help calm him down. Slowly he became aware of the world around him, and hoped Doc Syl would be onhand to help.
"Oh, dear God, don't let it be true," he said as he paced.
Troubled Sleep (OPEN)
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Simon St James
Troubled Sleep (OPEN)
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Simon St James
Simon waited. He wasn't sure if it was seconds or minutes, but an overpowering sense of rage shot through him, and he very loudly slamed the doors open on his way out. The rage was becoming so intense, that he was beginning to lose secondary thought. All he knew was that he needed a doctor, and he needed one bad. As he looked around, Simon shimmered then faded from sight. The only evidence of his passing was grass that had died from the drops of his plasma energy enriched blood. And where it hit concrete it sizzled as it ate pock marks into the substance.
There was no telling how far the boy had traveled, but at one point he stumbled onto a few Mortificators from the Vahz, and when they whipped out their utensils, his fists flared with redish plasma and his eyes glowed the same eerie color. Moments later, there were more cuts, and all three of the so-called doctors were lying in the alleyway, where Simon dropped them. His mind blurred, and he lost sight of where he was going. Soon the rythms and lights of Pocket D were all about, and a part of Simon seemed to rest. What was going on? Why was he bleeding so badly?
There was no telling how far the boy had traveled, but at one point he stumbled onto a few Mortificators from the Vahz, and when they whipped out their utensils, his fists flared with redish plasma and his eyes glowed the same eerie color. Moments later, there were more cuts, and all three of the so-called doctors were lying in the alleyway, where Simon dropped them. His mind blurred, and he lost sight of where he was going. Soon the rythms and lights of Pocket D were all about, and a part of Simon seemed to rest. What was going on? Why was he bleeding so badly?
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Simon St James
It had been two days since he had seen his home at St Joseph's; but after beating the gun dealer down for the cash, and buying some decent clothes, Simon leased a run-down apartment in Mercy. His window afforded a beautiful view of steampipes, and the noise they made drowned the rest of the floor's goings on out. All in all, it wasn't a bad place.
Simon sat down upon the stool, made from bricks and a crate. It was amazing how strong he was becoming! And, so quickly! The wound had slowed in bleeding, but showed no sign of healing. Simon even took the time to examine the inside of the wound, and marveled at the him underneath the flesh. He actually glowed! It was incredible!
His mind went back to why he was there. In all honesty, he wasn't sure. He knew he still had the same fundamental beliefs, but something inside him made him discontented and angry about his home. It was the double standard. They were a just people, and yet they let common criminals out of jail to keep victimizing the people. And anyone who did anything about it was a bad person. It was sickening to the soul!
The sound of heavy boots in the hall caused Simon to pull away from thoughts and remembrances, and pay attention to the door. The odor of sulfer told him it was Hellions. He hated these guys. Slowly he stood, and proceeded to the door. There was a struggle of some sort out there, then he heard a woman start screaming.
The heart strings tugged. He was oathbound to protect women. He wasn't about to let that stop. It was time to lay down his law, or get a free ride to the reclamator. Either way, she would stop screaming...
Simon sat down upon the stool, made from bricks and a crate. It was amazing how strong he was becoming! And, so quickly! The wound had slowed in bleeding, but showed no sign of healing. Simon even took the time to examine the inside of the wound, and marveled at the him underneath the flesh. He actually glowed! It was incredible!
His mind went back to why he was there. In all honesty, he wasn't sure. He knew he still had the same fundamental beliefs, but something inside him made him discontented and angry about his home. It was the double standard. They were a just people, and yet they let common criminals out of jail to keep victimizing the people. And anyone who did anything about it was a bad person. It was sickening to the soul!
The sound of heavy boots in the hall caused Simon to pull away from thoughts and remembrances, and pay attention to the door. The odor of sulfer told him it was Hellions. He hated these guys. Slowly he stood, and proceeded to the door. There was a struggle of some sort out there, then he heard a woman start screaming.
The heart strings tugged. He was oathbound to protect women. He wasn't about to let that stop. It was time to lay down his law, or get a free ride to the reclamator. Either way, she would stop screaming...
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Simon St James
"Get him! Kick his lilly ass," yelled the woman behind Simon, as he pounded the Damned with his plasma charged fist.
It was annoying how she had been totally helpless a second ago, but was a venomous snake, now that the other four lay, broken, in the hallway, and this one was soon to join. He was certain this one knew what he was up against, as he saw the defiance fading from the thug, and being replaced by something else. A whimper came with the next punch, causing Simon to stop and cock his head.
"What the hell?! Don't stop now! Kill him," the woman screamed with a vindictive tone.
Simon couldn't hear it, but the... man... was trying to say something.
"Would you shut your freakin' yap, woman! Let this... whatever he is speak?! Gah!"
"Please... Mercy..." the Hellion pleaded. "Just send me to jail. Please."
Simon turned it over in his head. By the time he had gotten out into the hall, they had ripped most of the woman's clothes in such a fashion that it was obvious what they were going to do to her, after killing the man she was with. He felt disgusted just thinking about it.
"You kill. You attempt to rape. And, you have the audacity to ask for mercy? You will be punished for your sin. May God have mercy upon your soul," Simon said as his eyes flared brightly with the red glow of the changed plasma within himself, and bore down with a bone crushing blow that ceased any sound from the thug.
Standing up, he turned, and walked back into his room, before grabbing his keys, and coming back out. He locked the door, and the woman looked at him for a few moments, her body bare to any to gaze upon.
"Go," he said. "Get into some clothes. Unless you want what they were going to give you."
The woman fled rapidly, without a second glance, and Simon collected the cash the thugs had on them, before heading to Pocket D. He needed to think, and the beat was good for that...
It was annoying how she had been totally helpless a second ago, but was a venomous snake, now that the other four lay, broken, in the hallway, and this one was soon to join. He was certain this one knew what he was up against, as he saw the defiance fading from the thug, and being replaced by something else. A whimper came with the next punch, causing Simon to stop and cock his head.
"What the hell?! Don't stop now! Kill him," the woman screamed with a vindictive tone.
Simon couldn't hear it, but the... man... was trying to say something.
"Would you shut your freakin' yap, woman! Let this... whatever he is speak?! Gah!"
"Please... Mercy..." the Hellion pleaded. "Just send me to jail. Please."
Simon turned it over in his head. By the time he had gotten out into the hall, they had ripped most of the woman's clothes in such a fashion that it was obvious what they were going to do to her, after killing the man she was with. He felt disgusted just thinking about it.
"You kill. You attempt to rape. And, you have the audacity to ask for mercy? You will be punished for your sin. May God have mercy upon your soul," Simon said as his eyes flared brightly with the red glow of the changed plasma within himself, and bore down with a bone crushing blow that ceased any sound from the thug.
Standing up, he turned, and walked back into his room, before grabbing his keys, and coming back out. He locked the door, and the woman looked at him for a few moments, her body bare to any to gaze upon.
"Go," he said. "Get into some clothes. Unless you want what they were going to give you."
The woman fled rapidly, without a second glance, and Simon collected the cash the thugs had on them, before heading to Pocket D. He needed to think, and the beat was good for that...
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Simon St James
Simon paced the floor. He couldn't sleep. In his dreams, everyone he held dear was being eradicated by a wave of plasma energy the likes of which were only parallelled by a tsunami. Annie, Angel, Kali... All of them. Erased by the crimson energy as it swept over everything.
He was exhausted. But, he couldn't go to sleep. If he did, Simon would be dipped into the depths of his very own pesonal Hell. Why was this happening? And why wasn't the damned wound healing?! It was enough to make someone want to kill a person they despied. The person's face came to mind, and he smirked evilly. Time to find a few things out...
He was exhausted. But, he couldn't go to sleep. If he did, Simon would be dipped into the depths of his very own pesonal Hell. Why was this happening? And why wasn't the damned wound healing?! It was enough to make someone want to kill a person they despied. The person's face came to mind, and he smirked evilly. Time to find a few things out...
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Simon St James
Simon dropped the coin into the slot and waited. The phone rang, and rang again. He fidgeted with his right arm, then knocked it against something to make it stop bothering him. He hated the way the stupid knife wound just wouldn't heal. Maybe he should have taken the knife, to get it identified. Maybe he should have stayed. He really missed Annie's company, but, he knew she would never accept his explaination, nor would he expect her to.
The phone rang again, and was picked up by voice mail. For a few minutes, he sat and listened to the silence, then he panicked. He had no idea why he was on the phone to Annie. He had no clue what to say. But he had to speak.
"Annie... Ah'm sory," he began. "Somethin' happened the mornin they brought ya in. Ah got stabbed, and for some reason this damned wound won't heal. It hurts. It's... wrong. It makes me so...freaking ANGRY! Ah- Ah'm sorry. Ah didn't mean ta shout lahk that. But, you gotta be careful! Some people who had questionable position with you, recently... They aren't quite as good as they want you to think they are. Just..."
*BEEEEEP!*
"Dammit," he yelled, smashing the phone booth, losing his temper. "Just frickin' die!! Gyaaaaaargh!"
The phone rang again, and was picked up by voice mail. For a few minutes, he sat and listened to the silence, then he panicked. He had no idea why he was on the phone to Annie. He had no clue what to say. But he had to speak.
"Annie... Ah'm sory," he began. "Somethin' happened the mornin they brought ya in. Ah got stabbed, and for some reason this damned wound won't heal. It hurts. It's... wrong. It makes me so...freaking ANGRY! Ah- Ah'm sorry. Ah didn't mean ta shout lahk that. But, you gotta be careful! Some people who had questionable position with you, recently... They aren't quite as good as they want you to think they are. Just..."
*BEEEEEP!*
"Dammit," he yelled, smashing the phone booth, losing his temper. "Just frickin' die!! Gyaaaaaargh!"
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Simon St James
"Gactgh-egh-egh," the mystic tried to speak or breathe as Simon, in his own head struggled to get past his over riding anger and aggression. "P- p- p-!"
Finally getting the better of his id, Simon let go. He stepped back, but put his hand across the door. The dark magus was going to tell him what he wanted to know, one way or another.
"Speak, Bjorn! Or, so help me..."
"No! I- I can tell you what it is," the mystic stuttered slightly. "The weapon. The knife. It was cursed for calling out the darker side of the victim. So, that a demon could use that person's body as a host."
"Oh! That's grand," the teen said feeling his plasmatic blood heating again.
"You'll need the blade that inflicted the wound to heal it. And, should you desire to cancel the curse-"
"Cancel," Simon asked through clenched teeth. "No way in Hell would I want the truth closed away from me! I will not become a slave to those so-called morals and ideals! Not ever again, worm dirt! Do you understand me?!"
"Y- yes," the man stammered. "There could be another way to heal that, though. I'll have to research some more. Come back in three days."
"Thre- GRRRRrrrrrrr!!! Alright. I'll come back. And, I'll pay triple your price if you can heal the wound as well."
"Tri- Triple," he asked Simon, his stance becoming more secure and confident. "I'll call you when I have the answer, sir."
"Excellent! Three days, then."
Finally getting the better of his id, Simon let go. He stepped back, but put his hand across the door. The dark magus was going to tell him what he wanted to know, one way or another.
"Speak, Bjorn! Or, so help me..."
"No! I- I can tell you what it is," the mystic stuttered slightly. "The weapon. The knife. It was cursed for calling out the darker side of the victim. So, that a demon could use that person's body as a host."
"Oh! That's grand," the teen said feeling his plasmatic blood heating again.
"You'll need the blade that inflicted the wound to heal it. And, should you desire to cancel the curse-"
"Cancel," Simon asked through clenched teeth. "No way in Hell would I want the truth closed away from me! I will not become a slave to those so-called morals and ideals! Not ever again, worm dirt! Do you understand me?!"
"Y- yes," the man stammered. "There could be another way to heal that, though. I'll have to research some more. Come back in three days."
"Thre- GRRRRrrrrrrr!!! Alright. I'll come back. And, I'll pay triple your price if you can heal the wound as well."
"Tri- Triple," he asked Simon, his stance becoming more secure and confident. "I'll call you when I have the answer, sir."
"Excellent! Three days, then."
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Simon St James
Simon sat in the empty pew at the Catederal de San Filipe. He was calm, finally. The rage had subsided, and the wound in his arm didn't seem to bother him so much. All bleeding had stopped, actually, which he supposed was a good thing. Stopping a nun on her way toward the altar, he placed a velvet bag in her hand, which concealed a sum of money he cared to not know. He had committed his first theft the day before, to sate the greed of his contact, Mongoose. So, all things being as they were, he figured his share could do something useful for a change.
"Forgive me, sister. I've sinned, and am off to confess those sins. Take this tithe, and know that there is always room for hope," he said quietly, as he stood and turned to go confess. "It's a big world out there. And a much larger crusade than in Charlemange's day."
((I've tooled around with everything. I just cannot come up with anything of use, to bring Simon back. It was fun playing him in these forums, but his use has come to an end. Thanks for allowing me the pleasure of playing Simon with you guys.))
"Forgive me, sister. I've sinned, and am off to confess those sins. Take this tithe, and know that there is always room for hope," he said quietly, as he stood and turned to go confess. "It's a big world out there. And a much larger crusade than in Charlemange's day."
((I've tooled around with everything. I just cannot come up with anything of use, to bring Simon back. It was fun playing him in these forums, but his use has come to an end. Thanks for allowing me the pleasure of playing Simon with you guys.))
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