Story Scenarios

Failure, Evil, Saviour

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A muscular man leaned his back against an elevator wall. He wore simple clothing, a black shirt, blue jeans and a light blue jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was a messy mop of mud brown that was lazily pushed back. Thin strands curled around his ear, leaving it in an awkward state of not being hidden but covered by his hair. Large bruises slouched from under his red eyes, and it looks like they formed from lack of sleep.

The man had his hand formed into a fist out in front of him, a silver coin resting on his thumb. Intermediately flipping the coin up into the air and catching it again with his closed fist. Elevator music played and it only served to annoy the man. He sighed frustratedly, catching the coin in his hand, using his second hand he wiped his face, going from his eyebrows down to his chin. He knocked his head back, banging it against the elevator wall, this ride was taking too long.

The man silently stared into the abyss in front of him. The dull metal walls looked dirty, probably from no one bothering to clean it. The man started fidgeting as sudden nerves started to pile through him thanks to his next actions.

"The prophecy of your children will be one of legends," the man spoke, reminiscing in memories from when he was a child. He was six, his sister was two and his newborn brother was not even one. They huddled together as their parents sat down at an old wooden table, a well-known fortune teller sitting across from them. Well, now the man knows that she wasn't exactly was fortune teller.

"Your oldest will be a failure, never being as worthy as your other two children. Your middle child will start off great, but soon they'll threaten the world with disaster. Then your final, the youngest child will be seen as a saviour to the world. A shining star of hope," the fortune teller finished.

The elevator door dinged, signaling that the destination had been reached. The man shook his head, he leaned forward and pushed himself off the wall. He took a step towards the elevator doors and watched the view slowly revealed from the sliding doors.

"What a load of shit that ended up being," the man mocked as he stepped outside. The elevator had brought the man to the roof of the building, he looked up and instead of seeing the light gentle blue and spongy clouds of the daytime sky or the mysterious dusk of black with the twinkling stars of the nighttime sky, he saw a swirling vortex of black smoke spinning like a tornado in the sky.

The man walked forward, moving further towards the centre of the black tornado. The man kept his head facing up, his eyes were scanning the smoke as he searched for something. Silver and gold beams of energy shot out of dark typhoon. Two large orbs circled the tornado but in opposite directions, one shining gold while the other flashing silver. More colourful light blasted out from the sinister mist.

But the man's focus was solely on the two large colours that were circling each other in the tornado. He was waiting. He grabbed his silver coin, smoothly moving it through his fingers. He raised the coin to his mouth and bit it with his teeth. Black lines shot out of the coin and vibrated like an aura. He then closed his fist and rested the coin on his thumb like he had in the elevator. The man brought his arm way above his head and pointed it in the direction of the tornado, aiming for the centre.

He shut one eye, focusing for the precision. He watched the gold and silver orbs spin faster around the spinning disaster. The man waited as the orbs became closer to each other. It didn't take much longer for them to collide. In an astounding display of power, silver and gold light grew from within the black smokey tornado, lasers shot through the mist of both colours and the intersecting lights only seemed to get brighter.

The man flicked the coin, the silver circle being shot through the air, flying towards the second sun in the dark tornado. The dark aura increased in size; it was acting like a dirty bubble that was being blown into the sky. The coin pierced through the smokey tornado, but the aura had not been obscured by the tornado, if anything the size of the bubble was rapidly increasing much faster than it had previously.