06-02-2015, 02:17 PM
---Before Death During Orgosynth Takeover---
Rage.
Blood.
Death.
The tennis-ball black mass on Jack's body made him view the World in a sanguine shade. Jack had no control over his body anymore. The orgosnyth had taken over.
He saw fear in Retane's eyes. Actual fear.. The first trace Jack had ever seen in the emerald warrior. It was also the last thing he saw as his new crimson vision slipped..
Jack neither felt his body or any pain whatsoever as he slipped Into his own world of black unconsciousness. He screamed inaudibly for help, wishing, pleading for someone to help.
"RETANE! WHAT'S HAPPENING! RETANE!? ANSWER ME! Please.... I can't lose anybody else.. I can't lose my you.. I've lost so much already.." The Guardian shouted with no prevail, all the while curling into a ball in the new world of shadows.
Jack heard an unmasculine voice through his balled fists covering his ears.
"Jack! Stop Messing around! The table is already set! I don't need you messing it up like last week!" A woman shouted
Jack knew the voice. As quick as lightning Jack stood on his now seemingly unhurt leg In a now small cabin-like room. The room had a table in the middle set with a variety of foods.
He faced the Voice, a woman clad in a brown tarnished dress with a white as snow apron tied around her torso as well. She had dark brown hair constricted in a loose intricate braid. She looked middle aged, in her thirties perhaps. She directed her voice in the direction of another boy, likewise looking as himself.
No.. It was him. He was a mirror image of the boy, Although jack himself had White hair and piercing blue eyes while this one had sandy brown hair with a Brown toned eye color.
"Jack! I mean it! Stop playing around" The woman Yelled, scorning the boy who was standing in his chair amusing various children seated at the table with a wooden spoon and fork wedged his nose.
The Icer stepped closer and was seemingly unnoticed. He glared at the woman while she ladeled food into the many children's plates. She had aging lines on her face, showing her face at an age much older than her real one.
"Mother..?" Jack said as everything suddenly turned neon purple and he was whisked away.
"Welcome back Mr.Frost!" A practiced reporter voice greeted him.
Rage.
Blood.
Death.
The tennis-ball black mass on Jack's body made him view the World in a sanguine shade. Jack had no control over his body anymore. The orgosnyth had taken over.
He saw fear in Retane's eyes. Actual fear.. The first trace Jack had ever seen in the emerald warrior. It was also the last thing he saw as his new crimson vision slipped..
Jack neither felt his body or any pain whatsoever as he slipped Into his own world of black unconsciousness. He screamed inaudibly for help, wishing, pleading for someone to help.
"RETANE! WHAT'S HAPPENING! RETANE!? ANSWER ME! Please.... I can't lose anybody else.. I can't lose my you.. I've lost so much already.." The Guardian shouted with no prevail, all the while curling into a ball in the new world of shadows.
Jack heard an unmasculine voice through his balled fists covering his ears.
"Jack! Stop Messing around! The table is already set! I don't need you messing it up like last week!" A woman shouted
Jack knew the voice. As quick as lightning Jack stood on his now seemingly unhurt leg In a now small cabin-like room. The room had a table in the middle set with a variety of foods.
He faced the Voice, a woman clad in a brown tarnished dress with a white as snow apron tied around her torso as well. She had dark brown hair constricted in a loose intricate braid. She looked middle aged, in her thirties perhaps. She directed her voice in the direction of another boy, likewise looking as himself.
No.. It was him. He was a mirror image of the boy, Although jack himself had White hair and piercing blue eyes while this one had sandy brown hair with a Brown toned eye color.
"Jack! I mean it! Stop playing around" The woman Yelled, scorning the boy who was standing in his chair amusing various children seated at the table with a wooden spoon and fork wedged his nose.
The Icer stepped closer and was seemingly unnoticed. He glared at the woman while she ladeled food into the many children's plates. She had aging lines on her face, showing her face at an age much older than her real one.
"Mother..?" Jack said as everything suddenly turned neon purple and he was whisked away.
"Welcome back Mr.Frost!" A practiced reporter voice greeted him.
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Deadpool Wrote:Another moment -- Jack saving Retane's ass. That was OG.