Post by Jason Long on May 7, 2022 6:28:13 GMT -5
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long, I'm runnin' out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor. I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
IMMEDIATELY AFTER MONDAY NIGHT COMBAT — APRIL 18TH.
The blood—it continued to spill all over onto the hard, concrete floor below. Not just drop by drop, but it flowed, uncontrollably. The blood was forming a puddle right under his foot—and as he looked down onto that pool under his foot? That blood was a dark shade of black. It wasn’t that shade of red that’s common to most humans, it was pure black. Sometimes, it didn’t seem real that it happened, to have all of this blood being spilled like how it was – but that was the risk of dealing with a deteriorating version of yourself, a version that was slowly becoming unstable and was slowly breaking apart at the point of no return, and inside of a body that was slowly rotting at the flesh? It showed just how inhuman that the entity was. The attack he thought he had won? All turned back around on him. The feeling of being weak, it was beginning to take over.
It’s a feeling he’s not felt since February, when Savannah Andrews and Alyssa Grace both began to beat the entity to near death to defeat him. His blood spilling, his body taking a wound—they were all well-known weaknesses of the entity. Whether or not Jimmy Venom knew of such a thing, it was difficult to tell, but it worked in his favour. The entity was feeling weakened the more that blood of his poured down his hand and leg. Those stab wounds of his, they weren’t healing quicker than the wounds he had back in February. This was bringing some slight fear into the entity’s soul as he looked down at his hand and looked right through the wound and down at the wound in his knee. The normality of his wounds just healing within an instant, it was gone. The troubling sign of the entity’s powers slowly being lost was something he wasn’t ready to deal with. Then again, he had no choice but to.
The entity was growing weak, and fast.
As he tried to bring himself back to his own two feet, the entity struggled to even pull himself up, falling down into the pool of blood right underneath him, face first he laid in his own blackened guardian blood as he looked around him and saw the world slowly beginning to spin around him, everything turning to a blur and everything becoming silent… so silent… and then just a simply buzzing sound in his ears. That was slowly breaking him apart. Seeing his life, as he once thought it to have been, flashing before his own eyes. His eyes closed, the world around him coming to an end, and in that moment? Death seemed to be imminent. Death seemed like a fate that he would have to accept in his quick moment of silence—but he didn’t have to. Not for long, anyway. As he slowly began to open his eyes again, he found himself in a bright room – the walls were pure crystal white, it seemed more like a dream than a reality, but the pain he felt in his knee and his hand? They were real. The wounds? They were real. Everything that he felt as he woke up? They were real, and that pain was agonising.
“Jason, you’re alive—that’s one good thing to take from this.” That familiar voice of theirs. The entity knew it all too well, considering how things have been the past few months for him. As he turned his head to find where that voice was coming from, he looked up to find Meliodas looking right down onto him, a smile cracked along his face. “I see you’ve found yourself at the brink of death again, Jason. You know you can’t keep getting away with this whole thing—cheating death and trying to use your guardian powers to heal yourself back up. You’re becoming weaker the more you keep getting wounded like this inside of a body that really isn’t yours to begin with.”
The entity pulled himself up into a seated position and looked around the room once more, finding that this seemed to have been some kind of a hospital ward, though, it wasn’t just any regular looking hospital ward — it was filled with the trainee guardians in the making, some scarred along their bodies and some with third-degree burns along their bodies after suffering a horrific accident. This was inside of the realms, in the Kingdom of the Guardians. The entity then looked to his hand, seeing the wound had been closed up and slowly beginning to heal back to normality once again.
“You need to stop fuckin’ saving me when I need it, man. I never need to be saved by you or any of the fuckin’ guardians. I can pick myself up without any of you fuckers around to try and save me, thinking that y’all know what’s best for me, and doing whatever it means to be pushing me around to do your bidding—” He pulled himself off of the bed and landed on his feet, but the wounded knee tweaked and he dropped down to the floor with a hard thud—and that’s when Meliodas came to help pick him back up off of his feet, pulling him back onto the bed, but the entity pushed them away in pure anger. “DO YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTEN TO ME? HUH!? I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! AT ALL! I DON’T NEED THE FUCKING GUARDIANS!”
“Jason, your condition is getting worse the more you continue to fight. The body that your soul is resting in is slowly breaking apart and you’ll need a new one. No matter how you think you know what needs to be done with yourself,” he exclaimed, bringing themselves face to face with the entity. “You’re going to be a walking corpse with nothing to hold back on. And if this body dies? Your soul dies as well. That’s going to be an issue when the whole world is at the risk of this intergalactic war. Just when we need the guardian of chaos the most? And you’re probably going to be laying on your own death bed soon? That’s a problem for us and Invictium is going to be lost. Is that really what you want the most? To lose everything that we once formed together by our own bare hands in the midst of war?”
“You don’t understand it, do you, Meliodas?” He questioned them, lifting his head up through the immense pain that he feels running through his leg, grabbing onto their collar and pulling him in closer—the entity stared right into Meliodas’ bright white eyes and gritted his teeth through the pain. “I sent myself to do my own war, and I did it in one multiverse—my own multiverse—and I’ve been trying my best to make sure that I do the same to every other multiverse that has me living in it. And I’ve been successful in four of those, but this one? It’s difficult when you’re fighting your own self and he’s fighting back stronger than ever before. And when he fights, and he’s determined to kill? He fuckin’ kills every bit of momentum you have.” The entity takes a deep breath as he pulls himself up into a more straightened posture than before. “And let me be the bearer of some bad fucking news to you, friend. For as long as this world that you keep pulling me out of to supposedly save me from? Time is wasted and my power is slowly getting thinner. Death makes me stronger, don’t you remember that? I’ve been through about six whole incarnations of myself and I will make more happen and when I do? I get stronger, power becomes refilled, and then there’s no stopping me at all.”
Meliodas looks to the entity and just begins to shake his head at him, neither in disagreement or disgust—but in sheer disappointment of what the man had become within the recent months that he’s been back around again in the fight. “This isn’t like you at all. I knew they were seeing something that just wasn’t right—but seeing it with my own eyes? I cannot believe what you have become of yourself, Jason.”
The entity raised an eyebrow at the comment, turning his head and looking right back at Meliodas. “What have I become of myself? Seriously? You want to believe that I’m not doing what needs to be done for all of us? The Kingdom of the Guardians and Invictium itself will be pleased when I come back after finishing off what I need to do to complete my own task — a task, if not a punishment, set out by the other Guardians because of how Lelouch died in my arms?! Maybe you’ve forgotten that, Meliodas, because that was your father after all, wasn—”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Meliodas pounced with their hand wrapped around the throat of the entity—picking him right up off of the ground and leaving him with his feet dangling in the air as he gasped for breath in their grasp. The entity continued to kick away to try to free himself, but Meliodas was intent on making him feel his life fading away once again, this time in their own hands.
“Mel–Meliod–ugh—stop…this…please.”
Meliodas’ grip got tighter, the remaining medical staff within the room looked on in horror as the entity’s skin began to turn into a pale shade, almost as white as a ghost, before a siren sounded off. But, that didn’t stop Meliodas at all, it just made the tight grip become tighter and was crushing the throat of the entity.
“I—Plea—sto—fuck…stop it…you’re… killing—”
And that’s when Meliodas finally released the grip, dropping the entity down as he fell right onto the side of the medical bed and landing onto the marble floor, before the security of the medical centre rushed into the room to see what was the situation. Meliodas looked around him to see all of the medical staff looking absolutely horrified with what they had witnessed, along with the guardians-in-training who laid on their medical beds, and then looking towards the wall of security who was slowly creeping closer and closer to try and calm the situation down. But then—
…snap.
The surroundings, everything that was once the medical centre inside of the heart of Invictium, was gone and all that was left was the dark void of The Infinity Realms. Meliodas’ eyes glowed white as his anger was showing strongly, his presence felt damning as the entity finally was able to pull himself up and see where he was now. Meliodas took a few steps away from the entity to take a deep breath, just to calm himself down, but it didn’t seem to work entirely.
“You didn’t have... the balls to fuckin’ kill me, did you?” He questionably exclaimed towards Meliodas, bringing himself back to his feet and trying to step closer and closer towards the Guardian of Peace. “That was some peace that you showed, wasn’t it? Trying to kill me because you let anger get the better of you. I knew that there was a devilish killing soul resting inside of you that you kept blocking out—”
“Jason, the more you try your best to be the instigator… the quicker it’ll come back to bite you, which seems to be a lesson that you’ll need to learn a harder way than I thought of giving you. I thought that our pact of never speaking of what happened with my father was a bond that was to be forever unbroken and unspoken. Though— I should’ve expected it from someone like you.” Meliodas slowly turned around to finally face the entity once again, walking closer towards him and keeping their hands right behind their back. “Which is why I am sending you right back to where you think you belong. And, well, the days you think you’ll need to slowly recover and bring yourself back around again? There’ll be none of it. You, at the moment, aren’t cleared to compete for about… six whole months, or maybe even more, but I’m about to change that for you. Your competition clearance will be wiped away and you’ll be fighting as soon as possible—which we’ll see how you’ll fight when weakened, without the true strength that you have, and with every fibre of your being slowly deteriorating rather than regenerating back to normality.” They leaned in closer, a smile resting along their face. “And even when you try to dodge it? You’ll always come back around to it. So, please, don’t fight it. For your own sake, I am asking you to continue as you are. Let that broken self of yours continue to play a factor in how you fight. But, I don’t think you’ll be seeing yourself changing your ways anytime soon.”
Meliodas chuckled to himself before turning back around and just like before—he snapped his fingers and we’re brought back to the nearest medical facility within Philadelphia where doctors are checking up on Jason’s health. There seemed to be a slight bit of a shock on their faces, but they began to smile, a feeling of good news to come his way – or bad news, determining how he’ll take it – but, in the distance, a voice echoes out inside of the entity’s head as he laid back down on the bed and his head hitting the pillow.
“Prepare yourself for the final judgement, Jason.”
The entity shot himself up out of the bed and looked around the hospital ward—everyone inside of the room looked to be confused by how Jason acted and looked right towards him, eyebrows raised and confusion left resting along their minds. The entity simply got right back into the bed and sat there, those harrowing words now being echoed throughout his head as the feeling of worry soon took over.
The blood—it continued to spill all over onto the hard, concrete floor below. Not just drop by drop, but it flowed, uncontrollably. The blood was forming a puddle right under his foot—and as he looked down onto that pool under his foot? That blood was a dark shade of black. It wasn’t that shade of red that’s common to most humans, it was pure black. Sometimes, it didn’t seem real that it happened, to have all of this blood being spilled like how it was – but that was the risk of dealing with a deteriorating version of yourself, a version that was slowly becoming unstable and was slowly breaking apart at the point of no return, and inside of a body that was slowly rotting at the flesh? It showed just how inhuman that the entity was. The attack he thought he had won? All turned back around on him. The feeling of being weak, it was beginning to take over.
It’s a feeling he’s not felt since February, when Savannah Andrews and Alyssa Grace both began to beat the entity to near death to defeat him. His blood spilling, his body taking a wound—they were all well-known weaknesses of the entity. Whether or not Jimmy Venom knew of such a thing, it was difficult to tell, but it worked in his favour. The entity was feeling weakened the more that blood of his poured down his hand and leg. Those stab wounds of his, they weren’t healing quicker than the wounds he had back in February. This was bringing some slight fear into the entity’s soul as he looked down at his hand and looked right through the wound and down at the wound in his knee. The normality of his wounds just healing within an instant, it was gone. The troubling sign of the entity’s powers slowly being lost was something he wasn’t ready to deal with. Then again, he had no choice but to.
The entity was growing weak, and fast.
As he tried to bring himself back to his own two feet, the entity struggled to even pull himself up, falling down into the pool of blood right underneath him, face first he laid in his own blackened guardian blood as he looked around him and saw the world slowly beginning to spin around him, everything turning to a blur and everything becoming silent… so silent… and then just a simply buzzing sound in his ears. That was slowly breaking him apart. Seeing his life, as he once thought it to have been, flashing before his own eyes. His eyes closed, the world around him coming to an end, and in that moment? Death seemed to be imminent. Death seemed like a fate that he would have to accept in his quick moment of silence—but he didn’t have to. Not for long, anyway. As he slowly began to open his eyes again, he found himself in a bright room – the walls were pure crystal white, it seemed more like a dream than a reality, but the pain he felt in his knee and his hand? They were real. The wounds? They were real. Everything that he felt as he woke up? They were real, and that pain was agonising.
“Jason, you’re alive—that’s one good thing to take from this.” That familiar voice of theirs. The entity knew it all too well, considering how things have been the past few months for him. As he turned his head to find where that voice was coming from, he looked up to find Meliodas looking right down onto him, a smile cracked along his face. “I see you’ve found yourself at the brink of death again, Jason. You know you can’t keep getting away with this whole thing—cheating death and trying to use your guardian powers to heal yourself back up. You’re becoming weaker the more you keep getting wounded like this inside of a body that really isn’t yours to begin with.”
The entity pulled himself up into a seated position and looked around the room once more, finding that this seemed to have been some kind of a hospital ward, though, it wasn’t just any regular looking hospital ward — it was filled with the trainee guardians in the making, some scarred along their bodies and some with third-degree burns along their bodies after suffering a horrific accident. This was inside of the realms, in the Kingdom of the Guardians. The entity then looked to his hand, seeing the wound had been closed up and slowly beginning to heal back to normality once again.
“You need to stop fuckin’ saving me when I need it, man. I never need to be saved by you or any of the fuckin’ guardians. I can pick myself up without any of you fuckers around to try and save me, thinking that y’all know what’s best for me, and doing whatever it means to be pushing me around to do your bidding—” He pulled himself off of the bed and landed on his feet, but the wounded knee tweaked and he dropped down to the floor with a hard thud—and that’s when Meliodas came to help pick him back up off of his feet, pulling him back onto the bed, but the entity pushed them away in pure anger. “DO YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTEN TO ME? HUH!? I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! AT ALL! I DON’T NEED THE FUCKING GUARDIANS!”
“Jason, your condition is getting worse the more you continue to fight. The body that your soul is resting in is slowly breaking apart and you’ll need a new one. No matter how you think you know what needs to be done with yourself,” he exclaimed, bringing themselves face to face with the entity. “You’re going to be a walking corpse with nothing to hold back on. And if this body dies? Your soul dies as well. That’s going to be an issue when the whole world is at the risk of this intergalactic war. Just when we need the guardian of chaos the most? And you’re probably going to be laying on your own death bed soon? That’s a problem for us and Invictium is going to be lost. Is that really what you want the most? To lose everything that we once formed together by our own bare hands in the midst of war?”
“You don’t understand it, do you, Meliodas?” He questioned them, lifting his head up through the immense pain that he feels running through his leg, grabbing onto their collar and pulling him in closer—the entity stared right into Meliodas’ bright white eyes and gritted his teeth through the pain. “I sent myself to do my own war, and I did it in one multiverse—my own multiverse—and I’ve been trying my best to make sure that I do the same to every other multiverse that has me living in it. And I’ve been successful in four of those, but this one? It’s difficult when you’re fighting your own self and he’s fighting back stronger than ever before. And when he fights, and he’s determined to kill? He fuckin’ kills every bit of momentum you have.” The entity takes a deep breath as he pulls himself up into a more straightened posture than before. “And let me be the bearer of some bad fucking news to you, friend. For as long as this world that you keep pulling me out of to supposedly save me from? Time is wasted and my power is slowly getting thinner. Death makes me stronger, don’t you remember that? I’ve been through about six whole incarnations of myself and I will make more happen and when I do? I get stronger, power becomes refilled, and then there’s no stopping me at all.”
Meliodas looks to the entity and just begins to shake his head at him, neither in disagreement or disgust—but in sheer disappointment of what the man had become within the recent months that he’s been back around again in the fight. “This isn’t like you at all. I knew they were seeing something that just wasn’t right—but seeing it with my own eyes? I cannot believe what you have become of yourself, Jason.”
The entity raised an eyebrow at the comment, turning his head and looking right back at Meliodas. “What have I become of myself? Seriously? You want to believe that I’m not doing what needs to be done for all of us? The Kingdom of the Guardians and Invictium itself will be pleased when I come back after finishing off what I need to do to complete my own task — a task, if not a punishment, set out by the other Guardians because of how Lelouch died in my arms?! Maybe you’ve forgotten that, Meliodas, because that was your father after all, wasn—”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Meliodas pounced with their hand wrapped around the throat of the entity—picking him right up off of the ground and leaving him with his feet dangling in the air as he gasped for breath in their grasp. The entity continued to kick away to try to free himself, but Meliodas was intent on making him feel his life fading away once again, this time in their own hands.
“Mel–Meliod–ugh—stop…this…please.”
Meliodas’ grip got tighter, the remaining medical staff within the room looked on in horror as the entity’s skin began to turn into a pale shade, almost as white as a ghost, before a siren sounded off. But, that didn’t stop Meliodas at all, it just made the tight grip become tighter and was crushing the throat of the entity.
“I—Plea—sto—fuck…stop it…you’re… killing—”
And that’s when Meliodas finally released the grip, dropping the entity down as he fell right onto the side of the medical bed and landing onto the marble floor, before the security of the medical centre rushed into the room to see what was the situation. Meliodas looked around him to see all of the medical staff looking absolutely horrified with what they had witnessed, along with the guardians-in-training who laid on their medical beds, and then looking towards the wall of security who was slowly creeping closer and closer to try and calm the situation down. But then—
…snap.
The surroundings, everything that was once the medical centre inside of the heart of Invictium, was gone and all that was left was the dark void of The Infinity Realms. Meliodas’ eyes glowed white as his anger was showing strongly, his presence felt damning as the entity finally was able to pull himself up and see where he was now. Meliodas took a few steps away from the entity to take a deep breath, just to calm himself down, but it didn’t seem to work entirely.
“You didn’t have... the balls to fuckin’ kill me, did you?” He questionably exclaimed towards Meliodas, bringing himself back to his feet and trying to step closer and closer towards the Guardian of Peace. “That was some peace that you showed, wasn’t it? Trying to kill me because you let anger get the better of you. I knew that there was a devilish killing soul resting inside of you that you kept blocking out—”
“Jason, the more you try your best to be the instigator… the quicker it’ll come back to bite you, which seems to be a lesson that you’ll need to learn a harder way than I thought of giving you. I thought that our pact of never speaking of what happened with my father was a bond that was to be forever unbroken and unspoken. Though— I should’ve expected it from someone like you.” Meliodas slowly turned around to finally face the entity once again, walking closer towards him and keeping their hands right behind their back. “Which is why I am sending you right back to where you think you belong. And, well, the days you think you’ll need to slowly recover and bring yourself back around again? There’ll be none of it. You, at the moment, aren’t cleared to compete for about… six whole months, or maybe even more, but I’m about to change that for you. Your competition clearance will be wiped away and you’ll be fighting as soon as possible—which we’ll see how you’ll fight when weakened, without the true strength that you have, and with every fibre of your being slowly deteriorating rather than regenerating back to normality.” They leaned in closer, a smile resting along their face. “And even when you try to dodge it? You’ll always come back around to it. So, please, don’t fight it. For your own sake, I am asking you to continue as you are. Let that broken self of yours continue to play a factor in how you fight. But, I don’t think you’ll be seeing yourself changing your ways anytime soon.”
Meliodas chuckled to himself before turning back around and just like before—he snapped his fingers and we’re brought back to the nearest medical facility within Philadelphia where doctors are checking up on Jason’s health. There seemed to be a slight bit of a shock on their faces, but they began to smile, a feeling of good news to come his way – or bad news, determining how he’ll take it – but, in the distance, a voice echoes out inside of the entity’s head as he laid back down on the bed and his head hitting the pillow.
“Prepare yourself for the final judgement, Jason.”
The entity shot himself up out of the bed and looked around the hospital ward—everyone inside of the room looked to be confused by how Jason acted and looked right towards him, eyebrows raised and confusion left resting along their minds. The entity simply got right back into the bed and sat there, those harrowing words now being echoed throughout his head as the feeling of worry soon took over.
