Ermac1314
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Today was just like any ordinary day. The sun was out; birds were chirping, and that slight breeze that sends a tingle down your back. To me today was just another day of business. Another day to get my job done and get paid. To get my job done I not only need to be stealthy, smart, and strong, but I also need to be deadly. You see the Black Dragon doesn’t accept failures. Failures never succeed. Failures never win; and failures never achieve greatness. I am not a failure.
I remember it like it was yesterday. A beautiful day in the New York City; where crime was going on, just not out in the open. You see that’s what I was doing. I was preparing an attack on the Special Forces. Because anyone who is not a friend of the Black Dragon; is not a friend of mine. The first thing I remember that happened during that day was eating breakfast having two delicious pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausages. I was thinking of how I was going to plan my attack. I knew I couldn’t take the Special Forces out by myself. Especially that ***** Sonya Blade.
I finished up my breakfast and took my Orange Juice to the bathroom with me. I picked up my hair brush and brushed my long black hair until it looked smooth. When I was done I was about to pick up my OJ and gulp it down. But before I can pick it up the OJ began to shake. Not only had that but the floor to my house begun to shake. I quickly walked over to my window and that beautiful sunny day turned into a dark disastrous nightmare.
I grabbed my coat, gloves, and my hookswords. I knew something bad was happening, so I needed to take action now. I ran outside my house to people crying and panicking. Everyone was running past me screaming their lungs out, asking why this is happening. I grew a little nervous after seeing these people’s reactions and hearing their shrieks of terror. But then I thought to myself the Black Dragon is fearless and unstoppable. I began running into the direction the chaos was happening; and what I saw when I got there was more shocking then what I thought it could’ve been.
I saw hundreds of policemen shooting their guns like there was no tomorrow. They were shooting at what looked to be like aliens, ninjas, and cyborgs. I saw one policeman on top of an alien ready to shoot it in the face but was stopped by a Purple ninja. Some of the alien creatures started running towards me and I was ready to show them why I was so deadly. I took my hooksword and sliced at the alien’s chest. The alien fell to his knees and I sliced his head off with my other one. Then something jumped on my back making me drop my hookswords. I tried pulling it off me but it wouldn’t let go. Its metal arms were grasping around my chest making me gasp for air. It began to talk but I couldn’t understand it’s robotic voice with everything going on around me.
I finally pulled him off me and threw him to the ground. It was another cyborg, but this time it was red. I began to kick him repeatedly in the stomach, but he then sweeped my legs and I fell on my back. The cyborg jumped on me with his two feet landing on my stomach. I screamed out in pain, but I quickly got to my feet. I tried hitting him with a punch but he dodged it and kneed me in the face. The metal like leg felt like it dented my face. It hurt so badly, but that didn’t stop him. He started to hit me with left and right punches that I just couldn’t seem to with stand as I started falling to my knees again. Suddenly the Cyborg’s chest opened up and a missile came flying right at me. I quickly dodged the missile and looked back to see the missile hit a car. I was becoming very angry that I couldn’t beat this cyborg. I am a part of the Black Dragon. I kill people every day. Why could I not beat this thing?
I whipped the blood off my face with my hand and charged at him as fast as I can. I was running so fast it seemed as if me, and him were the only people in that street. I finally tackled him to the ground, and punching him in the face. My fists began to bleed from how much I was hitting him. I then saw one of my hookswords were in sight and picked it up. I held the hooksword up and before I stabbed down I said.
“This is what you get, you piece of shit. Nobody beats me!”
Just as I was stabbing down I felt a blast hit me, which threw me off the cyborg. Before I can tell who it was, more aliens started jumping on top of me. One of them began to say
“You will die at the hands of the Tarkatan race.”
I no longer had my hooksword in my hand which wasn’t good because sword like things came out of their forearms. They began cutting and slicing at my body. I screamed louder than I’ve ever screamed before. I thought the excruciating pain would never end. One of the tarkatans began to slice at my face. My face was already battered and bloody from my battle with that cyborg, and it seemed like it was getting worse and worse. I tried fighting back by throwing in some punches, but nothing was stopping them. I then thought to myself after all these years of torturing people; I never truly knew what it felt like. I remember getting sliced once more in the face before I finally passed out.
When I woke up I had no idea where I was or how long I had been there. I looked around and saw thousands of people dead. I realized my jacket’s arms were torn off and my arms had cuts all over them. I could barely get up, but when I saw my hookswords I moved as quickly as I could over to them. I picked them up and started to hop over to a bench as my one leg was in pain. When I finally got to it and sat down I saw my reflection in the building mirror; and what I saw wasn’t Kabal. I was faceless.
I remember it like it was yesterday. A beautiful day in the New York City; where crime was going on, just not out in the open. You see that’s what I was doing. I was preparing an attack on the Special Forces. Because anyone who is not a friend of the Black Dragon; is not a friend of mine. The first thing I remember that happened during that day was eating breakfast having two delicious pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausages. I was thinking of how I was going to plan my attack. I knew I couldn’t take the Special Forces out by myself. Especially that ***** Sonya Blade.
I finished up my breakfast and took my Orange Juice to the bathroom with me. I picked up my hair brush and brushed my long black hair until it looked smooth. When I was done I was about to pick up my OJ and gulp it down. But before I can pick it up the OJ began to shake. Not only had that but the floor to my house begun to shake. I quickly walked over to my window and that beautiful sunny day turned into a dark disastrous nightmare.
I grabbed my coat, gloves, and my hookswords. I knew something bad was happening, so I needed to take action now. I ran outside my house to people crying and panicking. Everyone was running past me screaming their lungs out, asking why this is happening. I grew a little nervous after seeing these people’s reactions and hearing their shrieks of terror. But then I thought to myself the Black Dragon is fearless and unstoppable. I began running into the direction the chaos was happening; and what I saw when I got there was more shocking then what I thought it could’ve been.
I saw hundreds of policemen shooting their guns like there was no tomorrow. They were shooting at what looked to be like aliens, ninjas, and cyborgs. I saw one policeman on top of an alien ready to shoot it in the face but was stopped by a Purple ninja. Some of the alien creatures started running towards me and I was ready to show them why I was so deadly. I took my hooksword and sliced at the alien’s chest. The alien fell to his knees and I sliced his head off with my other one. Then something jumped on my back making me drop my hookswords. I tried pulling it off me but it wouldn’t let go. Its metal arms were grasping around my chest making me gasp for air. It began to talk but I couldn’t understand it’s robotic voice with everything going on around me.
I finally pulled him off me and threw him to the ground. It was another cyborg, but this time it was red. I began to kick him repeatedly in the stomach, but he then sweeped my legs and I fell on my back. The cyborg jumped on me with his two feet landing on my stomach. I screamed out in pain, but I quickly got to my feet. I tried hitting him with a punch but he dodged it and kneed me in the face. The metal like leg felt like it dented my face. It hurt so badly, but that didn’t stop him. He started to hit me with left and right punches that I just couldn’t seem to with stand as I started falling to my knees again. Suddenly the Cyborg’s chest opened up and a missile came flying right at me. I quickly dodged the missile and looked back to see the missile hit a car. I was becoming very angry that I couldn’t beat this cyborg. I am a part of the Black Dragon. I kill people every day. Why could I not beat this thing?
I whipped the blood off my face with my hand and charged at him as fast as I can. I was running so fast it seemed as if me, and him were the only people in that street. I finally tackled him to the ground, and punching him in the face. My fists began to bleed from how much I was hitting him. I then saw one of my hookswords were in sight and picked it up. I held the hooksword up and before I stabbed down I said.
“This is what you get, you piece of shit. Nobody beats me!”
Just as I was stabbing down I felt a blast hit me, which threw me off the cyborg. Before I can tell who it was, more aliens started jumping on top of me. One of them began to say
“You will die at the hands of the Tarkatan race.”
I no longer had my hooksword in my hand which wasn’t good because sword like things came out of their forearms. They began cutting and slicing at my body. I screamed louder than I’ve ever screamed before. I thought the excruciating pain would never end. One of the tarkatans began to slice at my face. My face was already battered and bloody from my battle with that cyborg, and it seemed like it was getting worse and worse. I tried fighting back by throwing in some punches, but nothing was stopping them. I then thought to myself after all these years of torturing people; I never truly knew what it felt like. I remember getting sliced once more in the face before I finally passed out.
When I woke up I had no idea where I was or how long I had been there. I looked around and saw thousands of people dead. I realized my jacket’s arms were torn off and my arms had cuts all over them. I could barely get up, but when I saw my hookswords I moved as quickly as I could over to them. I picked them up and started to hop over to a bench as my one leg was in pain. When I finally got to it and sat down I saw my reflection in the building mirror; and what I saw wasn’t Kabal. I was faceless.
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and great sig
