01-07-2015, 01:19 PM
Kostya rolled as he hit the ground and rubbed his shoulder as he stood. He wasn't sure where he was. His last memories were of the Sickness and he appeared to now be better. No matter - he was stranded in an alley without any knowledge of what he was supposed to do.
He made a quick inventory of what he had - not hard to do - only $50 and the clothes on his back. He remembered before he was sick - a kind man with a good heart. He always did what he had to for the best of all with what he had. What could he do with $50?
Kostya started walking, not sure of where he was going, but staying still just wasn't his style. He soon heard the sounds of struggle and ran towards it to figure out what the issue was. He arrived in a what appeared to be some sort of strip mall. The sounds were coming from two men fighting over a coat.
"It's mine!"
"Give it to me!"
Kostya ran to move between them. "Hey - stop fighting. Jesus Christ you're grown men."
The first man turned towards Kostya, anger etching the lines of his face. Now that he could get a better look, he could tell that the men who probably homeless. Well he was one of them now.
"Well what are you gonna do about it. The police are gone - there is no law here anymore."
"There is always law."
Kostya sternly replied, meeting the man's gaze.
The other man piped in. "Who's gonna write it - enforce it - you?"
Kostya turned to meet the other man's steely gaze. "If I must."
Something sparked between the two men and they looked at each other and nodded before dropping the coat. To Kostya, their intent was clear. Their fight would be over if they had another coat - and he had one. Surely they could both take him on - but they didn't know his secret.
Kostya looked towards the onlookers and spied a woman - perfect! The first man lunged and Kostya blocked the oncoming punch with his left arm. The sweet energy filled him and he delivered a blow to the man's gut, causing him to fall backward. To the other, he released the energy in a wall of air, pushing him towards a brick building. The onlookers gasped.
The two men gained their breath, but conceded the fight. Kostya knew why he was here now. This place needed guidance - a leader to keep them from tearing themselves apart. Kostya was here to establish order. He had power - the sweet energy would help, but he would also need allies, and if it came to it, he would have to bend some to his will. It would only be temporary - to establish order.
"No matter what we need to work together. We can't fight - a house divided against itself cannot stand. We need to help each other."
The words spilled out of his mouth without thought. "If we've truly been abandoned, we're not going to let things get out of hand - we'll destroy ourselves that way. Come with me - let's work for a future."
Several sighed and walked away, but a few stayed - including the two men in the fight. Kostya looked at his followers - and spied amongst them two women. Good - he would need to keep one in his company at all times - the sweet energy only came when he was in the presence of a woman.
He made a quick inventory of what he had - not hard to do - only $50 and the clothes on his back. He remembered before he was sick - a kind man with a good heart. He always did what he had to for the best of all with what he had. What could he do with $50?
Kostya started walking, not sure of where he was going, but staying still just wasn't his style. He soon heard the sounds of struggle and ran towards it to figure out what the issue was. He arrived in a what appeared to be some sort of strip mall. The sounds were coming from two men fighting over a coat.
"It's mine!"
"Give it to me!"
Kostya ran to move between them. "Hey - stop fighting. Jesus Christ you're grown men."
The first man turned towards Kostya, anger etching the lines of his face. Now that he could get a better look, he could tell that the men who probably homeless. Well he was one of them now.
"Well what are you gonna do about it. The police are gone - there is no law here anymore."
"There is always law."
Kostya sternly replied, meeting the man's gaze.
The other man piped in. "Who's gonna write it - enforce it - you?"
Kostya turned to meet the other man's steely gaze. "If I must."
Something sparked between the two men and they looked at each other and nodded before dropping the coat. To Kostya, their intent was clear. Their fight would be over if they had another coat - and he had one. Surely they could both take him on - but they didn't know his secret.
Kostya looked towards the onlookers and spied a woman - perfect! The first man lunged and Kostya blocked the oncoming punch with his left arm. The sweet energy filled him and he delivered a blow to the man's gut, causing him to fall backward. To the other, he released the energy in a wall of air, pushing him towards a brick building. The onlookers gasped.
The two men gained their breath, but conceded the fight. Kostya knew why he was here now. This place needed guidance - a leader to keep them from tearing themselves apart. Kostya was here to establish order. He had power - the sweet energy would help, but he would also need allies, and if it came to it, he would have to bend some to his will. It would only be temporary - to establish order.
"No matter what we need to work together. We can't fight - a house divided against itself cannot stand. We need to help each other."
The words spilled out of his mouth without thought. "If we've truly been abandoned, we're not going to let things get out of hand - we'll destroy ourselves that way. Come with me - let's work for a future."
Several sighed and walked away, but a few stayed - including the two men in the fight. Kostya looked at his followers - and spied amongst them two women. Good - he would need to keep one in his company at all times - the sweet energy only came when he was in the presence of a woman.