Post by Maz on Nov 12, 2017 5:01:48 GMT
MAGNETIZED
磁化されました
DEFRAGMENTED
Lake Havasu City - 8:35pm
Hours long into the finish of the annual event that occurred on Lake Havasu, it was nightfall and there was nothing elegant about it. Beaten, battered and severely bruised inside of that inspired outfit from the iconic Japanese horror film of the late eighties “Tetsuo the Iron Man”, adapting to the role of the main character, “Metal Fetish”, he wore it better than anyone could have imagined. It was in a sense, a weapon that outdid last year’s event with him bringing along his Katana sword as Tomi Shishido as Gorgon. Putting everyone in fright for a second year was seeming like dangerous pattern.
The suit didn’t hurt, what did hurt was the intricate pieces of long, metal fragments sticking into the sides of his face. The unimaginable pain for the ‘normal’ person, it would be something they would never engage in putting themselves through but for Masaru, as many know, he’s far from that word. It was an odd look after he made his way out of the water, miles out from where his momentum ‘guided’ him off and over the Yacht thanks in part to Anastasia Starling’s headscissors. It was as if symmetry played a part because not even five minutes after seeing his partner, Aurora get rescued by Legacy as he took her over and out, officially eliminating her, that he saw himself exit as the next one.
It was a long, difficult swim to land, diving into the lake and trying to swim with heavy metal on. Fatigue was indeed set in as he finally made his way out, dripping wet.
“IT wa MINES ni naru hazudeshita!” Yelling in his native Japanese language, he shook off the excess water as his hair slapped him from side to side. The metal outfit clanked along with the fragments that were stuck in his face.
“Owwww!”
His face was a mess with all of that metal attached to his skin. He tries to shake off the pain but it had become unbearable. Blood was beginning to show again after the aggressive shake-off of the water. The moonlight reflected off the metal as he looked around at a complete loss.
“It was all supposed to be mines this time! Ana...she will be getting a gift from me very soon. Not again, never again!” The anger in his voice, boiling over as he tried to walk without creating a lot of noise as his footprints were left amongst the lumpy sand floor.
He wasn’t letting that go anytime soon. It was going to cling to him like the metal he’s wearing. He had never won a head to head against Anastasia Starling to date but with how ‘easily’ she seemed to dispose of him in the later part of the event, showing just how fatigued he was, he wasn’t going to forget it, not by a longshot as it was supposed to be HIS year. The year for Hell Is Waiting, but nope.
“I need to rest. My fe..feet are h-h-heavy!”
Talking himself into staying alert for a place to rest, there was nothing but beach sand and water. Walking further, his pace slowed to the speed of a Sloth. Not because of fatigue getting the win finally over him but because in sight, sat a seemingly abandoned hut on the sandy beach. An abandoned beach house. Pitch dark as the night sky. Walking over to the abandoned beach house, clickety-clank of his gear giving more noise than he wanted but there was no one around.
Raising his head up as he peeked in through the glass, seeing absolute darkness except for the other side of the house where there were windows, he used his armor for good in the case of making an entry-way into the house. Elbow right through the glass as the loud shriek of glass shatter would’ve caused for an easy check-out but again, there wasn’t a damn person around to do anything about it.
“A resting place...Aaaaahhh!”
A long “Aaahhh” came from Masaru who found the switch, flicking on the lights. The smell of a place that no one has visited for QUITE a while. Musky smell aside, it was a nice, laid-back beach house to get away from the world from for a day or two but in this sense, it was an unexpected peruser to casually enjoy it for a ‘night or two’. He began pulling off some of his attire, revealing what seemed like some kind of black elastic neoprene one-piece. Letting out a deep breath as he wanted to take off the top portion but couldn’t thanks to the “outfit” his face was wearing.
“Tweezers, towels, water, AND...pain!” Talking to himself as he browsed around for those necessary tools, besides the “pain” part, he scrounged around and around.
Minutes taken, time wasted looking around, there wasn’t a sight of tweezers around, not even in the bathroom (of all places). It led to a trip to the kitchen drawer where the Spoons, Forks and Knives were, grabbing a steak knife before slamming the drawer shut. He hauled off to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Hands firm on the sink, he looked into the mirror at himself, his Satanic red-colored eye contacts grabbing the attention. Taking a moment and resting the knife on the counter, he proceeded to remove his contacts, revealing the bright blue iris thanks to the bright, high-wattage light bulbs. He proceeded to turn on the faucet. Brownish water came out before turning clear. Abandoned use left a long time for sitting water.
*plick.....plop*
*plick.....plop*
*plick.....plop*
*plick.....plop*
*plick.....plop*
*plick.....plop*
One by one, painful pull of the skin, the knife, a bit of a bloody tip as each one required a slight dig to penetrate and lift. Immense pain felt along with a sight of trickling blood that blended soon into the running water down the drain. A look of horror on the face of Masaru as his jaw was plucked to death. Red, bleeding spots on both sides.
“Never-ever-ever...again!”
Leaving the now damaged long metal hanging fragments along the rest area of the sink, he left the bathroom, turning the light off, Maz ‘drunkenly’ walked back into the kitchen area as he fell to the floor by the cabinets, resting his head against it. That knife was still in his possession as he stared at it, twirling it as the endpoint lightly grazed the inner-skin of his thumb. Spinning and spinning with an infectious smile as the scene fades.
