The Decision
Why are we here? do you really wish to know
Who are we? people
What are we? mortal
Were we created by a higher being or are we but merely a side affect of natural order? It could very well be both

Many people ask themselves these questions and many more. What you find will be your truth, not preached by others, not forced upon you by the threat of damnation, your truth is what you make of what is presented to you.

It was an ominous night, foreshadowed by days long past, and lives long forgotten. The city was glistening with the failed dreams, and lives of its occupants. To many, all that was left to them was the hope of eternal happiness in Dante’s Paradisio. Others sought happiness in eastern mysticism or different gods.

In a shadowy alley on Winston Blvd., a teen swathed in tattered black clothing writhes in his sleep among the trash and filth of the city. Lying with his back propped against a wall, he awakens with a start, his gaze piercing through the very soul of the presence that awoke him, his dark straight hair partially concealing his face.
“What do you want?” he growls. “You look upon me with contempt and sorrow.”
“Leave now before you lose your soul.”
The presence snickers.
“You think I jest, but of course you do, you know not my story,” he says jokingly “be wary stranger for the tale I tell has many forms and multiple truths; here is mine.”

It was a different time and place, many years before and yet not so long ago. The same man, now a boy wanders the halls of a learning institution. His blue eyes are fraught with pain, humiliation, resentment, and barely controlled anger. As he walks he buries his fists deep within his trench coat pockets; the sea of people he walks through parts, as if moved by his gaze. As he reaches the end of the protracted hall, a feminine voice calls out from the seething mass of people behind him.
“RYAN!!!!!!!!!!” she called. “Hold up will ya?”
He halts just before he enters the assembly area. Facing away from her he puts all his current feelings aside… including the ones for her.
“Good morning Catalina,” he says spinning on his right heel with a broad grin on his face. “How’s your day going?”
“Oh, fine how ‘bout yours?” she says.
He glimpses into her eyes, observes her smile, and catches the little wave she does with her hair when she’s with someone she likes. His eyes dart quickly down to the right, and his smile fades ever so slightly.
“… Ryan, are you alright?” Catalina states with a concerned look.
The expression that had been there just before disappeared in an instant, returning to the broad grin that had been there previous too.
“Yeah, I’m alright,” he asserts lightly, “Just have something on my mind is all.”
The air flutters around them, then a flash of heat and darkness.

Pain radiates through out Ryan’s body, he tries to breath but finds only vacuum in the dark confines of rubble. His survival instincts take over; he claws and scrapes his way to the outside. When he surfaces he pushes through the concrete and steel cacophony to see the devastation of the institute. With his hands lacerated and ground to bloody pulp; shards of glass imbedded in his face, he falls forward. Not because his ribs are broken, and certainly not because of his punctured lung, landing on his knees he inhales deeply. Ryan flings himself back emanating a scream of unparalleled agony, rage, and melancholy. Lowering his head he grits his teeth, snarling. As he enters shock, he can see all their faces twisted in pain as death was visited upon them. Rain begins to fall and darkness encapsulates him again.

*Brutally beats himself for not commenting on this earlier*

Well done there Sith old boy. A very interesting execerpt and premise for what could turn out to be a very wicked novel/short story/movie if ye even took it that far. Keep us updated, I promise to pay more attention now that I've thoroughly read through all of it bub :beers:

Aye, tis is very good work Sith *two thumbs up*

I keep going back to read this, and I like it more everytime I read it... Anyway, yeah, so I'll just toddle off to watch the Bruce Lee story...

EDIT: YAY! Look I have two red block things... Aren't they pretty?

ughh... did I missread somthing. What happend?