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| Green Trailer - The Rampaging Bear | |
| Author | Jester Mad |
| Genre | Action
Romance |
| Perspective | First Person |
| Narrator | Lake Gregory |
Description: "No matter how you see it, human beings are literally and figuratively animals. Survival is progress, and progress sadly requires sacrifice. It doesn't have to be a specific thing, but it could be anything."
My name is Lake Gregory. This is the story of how my girlfriend left me. I was nothing more than a pushover to her. Like the bass, I'm low key, in the background, and overlooked. Yet, the bass stuck to me so much... the beat, the resounding low tone. I thought that because of my choice, it would reflect my whole life.
Let me tell you of a story of a man who wanted to learn from me; to play the bass. No one listens to the bass, yet this man was... interested in learning. A criminal, a robber, a mad-man who tore through many Grimm every living hour.
Berde Bazahka.
[Red Light District: Rich Side. The Urban Mansion]
"Lake... this is where Crimson usually goes to," the man said, "... Her drug addiction made her do this, yet this whole sex for money thing is starting to break her..."
"What are you gonna do? You can't convince her," I say to the shorter man, "She can't live without the drugs, and if you kill them off, she won't be happy."
Berde glared at me. Those green eyes tell of tales of slaughter and survival. His mere presence is fearsome. For years, this... thing made a living off of hospitalizing criminals, police, soldiers, Grimm, and even some rich men were reported to have been robbed by him. This villain... What's his ulterior motive in helping me?
"Drugs won't make anyone happy, Lake. All they do is just make a false sense of happiness and stability," Berde unsheathed his battle-axes.
Those axes are from an axe he used to strike fear and terror into his foes. The axes are sharp, large, and are lined with green metal. In the base, a revolver-like firing mechanism is placed. He fills up the cylinders with what looked like shotgun shells. He stares at me once more.
"Where's your weapon?"
"... I-I didn't want to get in the way of my Crimson's happiness... I... I'm scared..."
Berde grit his teeth and grabs my collar.
"Look at you. Why the fuck are you in Signal Academy? You're being trained to defend humanity and yet you do this to yourself!?"
I get angry at him and try to punch him, only for my fist to be grabbed by his hand. He's strong; my punch didn't push his arm back.
"You don't understand my situation! You never will, you monster!"
The green berserker sighs and pushes me away.
"Fine, watch me then, Lake. But why do you think I brought you here?" he asked, "The time you'll know might be soon."
He leaps down and I follow him reluctantly, afraid of what he might do to me if I say no. The hotel is guarded by two large men with shotguns. Despite his height, he stood against them fearlessly.
"What's yer busi-" Berde immediately choked the large man and tossed him at the other guard. He stomped both of them while they were piled up. They were easily winded out.
"Knock knock," Berde says before blasting the door with his axe.
The Foyer of this high-end mansion is lascivious, filled with fancy red wallpaper, golden trims, and some gemstones on the walls. The man had little care for the surrounding people with their fancy guns and weapons.
(Cue Zinogre Remix [1])
Around 15 men were surrounding him. Some on the bottom, some on the upper level.
I wish I could help, but why should I? This man will just kill me afterward. I hide behind a pillar.
The top ones had automatics aimed at him. They fired their guns full auto. Berde's speed is incredible. Normal Huntsman would be able to block gunfire, but this man did a fusion of dodging and deflecting. He ran up the stairs and did a front flip over a thug while grabbing him. When he landed, he quickly did a circular spin on the ground before throwing the man to the left, getting two gunners.
A man ran up to Berde from behind, preparing to blast him with his gun. Berde immediately grabbed his gun without looking then turned and put him in front of him. He used him as a battering ram, blocking their shots while plowing through some unlucky thugs. As soon as he reached the wall, the people on that side were all plunged into the wall. He threw a powerful palm that made a distinctive cracking noise, causing the thugs to fall down like lifeless ragdolls.
Berde hopped down, landing with a quake, caused by those axes. I feel my footing get loose as I wobble, but I could also hear the thugs screaming in panic. I look again and see him zooming in to a faraway thug with incredible speed. A few others were behind him and he slew them each with a swing from his axe, which usually resulted in them being knocked into the walls. Gunfire came from behind him. A man with a minigun attempted to shred him, yet his minigun bullets were simply parried from Berde's swift parrying as he dashed forward. He does a leap forward as he got near and tossed his axe. His monstrous strength plus the weight of that axe made it hard to see it flying, leaving the minigun thug defeated from the sheer power of a tossed axe. With that, all 15 men were defeated.
Berde goes to the door by the stairs, leading to a series of hallways. The doors open, revealing more men. He ran through as I follow him. He deflects a shot with his axe back to the first shooter then quickly shoots the man into the wall with a swing of an axe. The next man couldn't even pull the trigger fast enough as Berde had already blasted him with his spreadshot. Berde slaughtered through he hallway without even getting a scratch from the lowly thugs.
"What are you?"
We see a door that lead to the stairs. When we climbed it, it only reached up to the next floor.
As soon as we reach the second floor, a large pool with various amounts of recliners and busts of women lay before us. The women and probably those rich fatties have probably ran away, leaving the hired guards. All of them looked like experienced martial artists.
Certainly, a brute like Berde would have a hard time against such discipline. I smile as I anticipate his eventual defeat.
He eyed them for a moment as I did... while hiding behind the door. They had no weapons, just pure fists. The martial artists dropped down and surrounded Berde. I couldn't see his face, but his calm demeanor and shrug implies he's smiling.
"Martial artists?" he says, "Do you guys have any honour? I know you need money to do work, but, as fellow fighters..."
He drops his axes, causing a small rumble due to its weight. He places his right hand into his left hand; right fist and left outstretched palm. He does a bow to them.
"I'll play your rules."
Despite being workers, they look at each other in confusion but nonetheless bow.
They all swarmed in, but a large shockwave that knocked them all away filled the area. His fist is planted into the ground. How strong is this guy?
Two men attack him from front and back. The man from behind throws an overhead kick, but Berde grabs the man's leg and slams him at the man in front of him. As he stands up, a man comes in from his left and attempts a punch. Berde immediately guards it with his arm then dodges the follow-up fist by twirling forward as if rolling on his arm. As soon as he was beside him, he grabs his face with his left hand and tosses him downward with incredible force, knocking the man out.
The next martial artist comes in with a flying kick. Berde guards it, but the man continued to assault him with a series of kicks. Side kick, straight kick, overhead, horizontal heel kick. Alternating his legs, he put Berde on the defensive. Another man attempts to attack his exposed back as soon as the kicking martial artist does a leaping overhead. Berde gets out of his guard and grabs the man's leg then leaps up as he grabs the other leg and lifts his opponent over him, slamming him into the man behind him, knocking them both out.
Berde quickly gets up by hopping forward. A lady martial artist attempts to throw a spiking kick. As soon as her leg hit him, it hit his shoulder, falling into his trap. Berde flipped her back then put his legs on her arms while holding her legs. A notable quake filled the area as the sound of her hitting the pavement echoed out.
"Dokusoi!" A 7'5" foot fat man shouted as he challenged Berde.
(Cue Tamamitsune Theme [2])
Berde smiles at his challenge. He goes into a similar position as him. Despite him being part of the hired gang, he throws salt in front of him, not far enough to blind Berde. Berde smiles genuinely at the opponent and nods. How does a monster have a sense of honour?
The fat man charges and Berde holds his ground from his grapple. Berde seems to be struggling due to the man's weight. He's slowly being pushed into the pool behind him. As soon as he was close, another man from behind the sumo wrestler barges in and attempts to throw a punch at Berde, only for the Sumo to smash him away.
"Only the two wrestlers in the ring can fight!" the Sumo shouts. Despite the open opportunity, Berde didn't take it.
Berde saw a bag of salt right behind the man. He walks up to it and grabs a few pinches of it. The Sumo nods at him, allowing him to throw salt. Berde nods and tosses the salt into the "ring".
"Let's make this clean, fellow wrestler," the Sumo says.
He nods silently. They charge at each other again. Once again, the sumo seems to be pushing Berde slowly. All of a sudden, electricity
surges through Berde's arms. His muscles started to gain some veins as if it was overloading. The sliding Berde was going through
slowly stopped as Berde started to push forward. Berde slowly carried the Sumo then lobbed him into the pool. The Sumo climbed out of the pool and nodded as he fell to his knees.
"I... lose."
Berde does a bow and smiles.
"Thank you for that match, Sumo."
This honour coming from a savage. It surprised me. Am I really just being a conformist by thinking he's a heartless creature. He showed honour, respect, and a disciplined approach to that man despite the brutal moves he does. I'm starting to realize that the heartless person is not the one who defeated many armed and powerful men, but... me?
With that, Berde continued fighting the other martial artists, ending with them being slammed into each other, swung into each other, thrown to the wall, dug into the ground, tossed into the ceiling, knocked out from an elbow, lobbed by his teeth, kicked into another room, or worse, being giant swung, hitting multiple opponents.
Berde stood amongst the martial artists; that electricity still charging.
We go the next room. The room is dark, metallic, and has some rust and a few chains. This place gives me the creeps.
(Cue Duke's Dear Freja theme [3])
At the end of the room, we find a group of nasty looking bandits with powerful weaponry. The leader is around 6'8" and is carrying a massive cleaver that has a lever-action shotgun on its spine. The blade near his hand is noticeably curved, allowing him to reload his gun without cutting his hands. The clever is taller than him and covers most of his torso. Three other tall men around 6 feet were with him. A fat glutton with a chainsaw, a masked rugged man with a machete, and a man in a trenchcoat and a fedora with clawed gloves.
This man hired serial killers to protect himself from me getting to Crimson?!
I cowered behind Berde, who flipped his axe casually. The whir of the chainsaw resounded as the fat man ran toward us.
Berde tossed his axe into the man's belly, easily pinning him into the wall. I hear metal screeching to my right as I saw the clawed man dash at me. The sound of a shotgun shell silenced the sound, coming from Berde's axe. The clawed man was pushed back from the kick of the 12 gauge.
Berde's small body was lifted by the man with the machete. How did he appear right in front of him? Berde threw his two legs into the man's mask, causing him to be knocked away.
The clawed man charged from Berde's right, hitting his chest with a claw. His Aura managed to guard the strike. They both engaged in a fight of blades. While the clawed man's speed was impressive, Berde's speed somehow increased ever since the beginning. That lightning might be jolting up his muscles... Is that perhaps his Semblance? While his technique was that similar of an unorthodox fighter, his attack speed is like that of an iaido practitioner. With a final swing that knocks the man off balance, Berde does a three-hit combo while running forward. A diagonal slash inward, to a diagonal slash outward, then finally an overhead that spiked the man down to the main floor. If it weren't for the victim's Aura, he would have been cleaved in half. His protected him, but it didn't protect his impact into the floor beneath/
I wipe my brow, glad that killer was done for. All of a sudden, I feel my neck being throttled from behind. I look behind me and see the masked killer staring at me with that masked glare. I sweat bullets just from seeing this man.
The Berserker charges in. The masked killer attempts to use me as a human shield, but Berde hopped over us. Through great timing, he used the hooked underside of his axe to snag the back of his jacket. Berde was now raising both of us using his axe then grabs the man's shoulder. With a tight squeeze, I feel the man's arm limp down as I drop to the ground. Still hooked to his axe, Berde immediately slams him back and forth, front and behind. He kept doing this constantly, stopping when he heard the sound of the chainsaw whirring.
Berde looked at the chainsaw man and tossed the masked man at him. He pushed it aside with a free arm, charging forward. The lodged axe on his belly surprised me. This man is tough... and has no Aura?!
Berde seems to smile at this. He charges forward, dodging the chainsaw man's charge. When he crashed into a wall, the chainsaw man flew into a rage and raised his weapon high. Berde stood still, awaiting him to come to him. As soon as he attempted an overhead, the smaller man leapt onto his fat arm, kicked his hand away from the weapon then planted his axe to the other side of his body. Despite the man's struggles, Berde dug his axes deep into his skin. Berde experimented with his tough skin by slashing into it. Berde then dropped to the floor and heaved it forward, lobbing it towards the leader with great force. The giant used his clever to swat him aside.
The butcher aimed his cleaver, firing a heavy slug that caused a hole in the floor. Berde attempted to get close, only to clash with the cleaver. They clash steel, mostly ending in both of their weapons being knocked away by their sheer strength. The man grabs Berde and tosses him toward the wall. He aims at Berde with his cleaver and fires a slug that explodes the wall Berde crashed into. My eyes widen from the sheer destructive capability of that weapon. Why am I so so concerned over Berde's demise?
Stomping was heard from behind me. I look behind me and see the gargantuan smiling at me with that dirty grin.
"Nighty night, kid," he says as he raises his cleaver.
*click*
*BOOM*
All of a sudden, his body flew to the end of the room. I was cowering when he prepared to kill me, but a figure appeared to me. In the short man's hand, a large slug.
(Cue Zinogre Black Lute remix [4])
"Y-you. You caught it?"
He drops the buck as a burst of dark electricity danced around his body.
Berde runs up to the butcher. The butcher panicked from his speed, attempting to gun him down with his slugs. Berde simply swatted them off with his axes. With no slugs left, Berde clashed with his cleaver. Berde grit his teeth and with a mighty roar, disarmed the butcher. The butcher uses his other hand to grab him, only for his hand to be blown back from a shotgun shell. Berde then throws a powerful elbow to his gut, stunning him momentarily.
He quickly reloads, throwing two speed loaders into the air. He unloads his shells and manages to land his speed loaders into his guns before loading them. Berde then does a twelve hit combo of horizontal arc swings boosted by his shotgun shells' recoil. On the 10th swing, Berde spins once and puts both of his axes together then finishes the man with a powerful final swing, launching him into the iron wall like a baseball hit by an expert baseball player. The walls were completely obliterated as he careened through it. Behind the wall, revealed a large intricate room with an elevator at the end.
My eyes were surprised by the sheer power and skill this man had. In a way... it looked... awesome! I couldn't help but smile at how amazing it is.
The electricity dissipated, leaving a panting Berde. I go up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" I ask him out of concern.
"... I'll be fine," he pants, "... I'm surprised you care."
I glare at him and sigh as we enter the elevator.
"So... why didn't you run away? Did you actually believe I could get you to Crimson?"
"N-no. I wanted to watch you die," I say to him angrily. He didn't faze.
"... You're speaking in fumes, buddy," he replies calmly.
I ignore what he says and we enter the elevator.
This looks like an express elevator, leading from this area, to a secret basement.
(Cue Who... Are You?[5])
We reach the final room of his mansion and see Crimson, lying down, broken while wearing a school uniform. A naked fat man approaches us. He has a creepy and ugly smile that I would find disgusting no matter how rich he is. A group of ugly men smile at me as if they knew I was Crimson's boyfriend.
The sight of seeing Crimson like that made me cry. Is she now only living to be screwed by many strangers?
"Ahh... so the Ragnarok has come here to join us?"
He puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Remember how we were great clients? How I hired you to kill that Grimmian?"
"Grimmian?! Client!?"
Berde sighs calmly.
"Come on. We knew how strong you were, and with that, how about you join us?"
Berde walks up to them. They all smile as if they invite him to screw Crimson. He walks silently toward Crimson.
"D-don't you dare do it, cretin!" I shout.
"You're a criminal like us, aren't ya, Ragnarok?" the leader says with a grin, "I know you. I'm certain a battle hardened man like you needs time to soften with some... delicious women."
My weapon. I should have brought it, but I can't even fight someone with skill, strength, and speed I can't parallel with.
Berde walks up to a tall man and pats him on the back.
"Yeah... now time to fulfill my pleasure," he says with a snide and evil tone.
"BERDE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
(Cue To one with Life Black Lute Remix [6])
I run up to him, but I was punched down by a muscular fat man. Shit, I can't fight hand-to-hand. Damn you, you bitch. When I get my weapon, I'll kill that son of a bi-
"Graaagh!"
The man who punched me was suddenly a victim to a human projectile. I look to Berde, who is cracking his neck after beating up those men. The leader cowered in fear, backing up into a corner.
Berde reaches into his pocket and takes out a small switchblade. He looks down and smiles.
"So, you just make girls broken with sex? Is that all you will provide her?" he says, "You digust me. Making such a woman with great potential for music and fighting into a tool of sex."
He whimpers from the sheen of the knife. My eyes widen as I hear the leader's arms and legs crack. He now lies in the corner, unable to fight back or run away. Berde looks to me and passes me the knife.
"Castrate him. But before you do, let me tell you something, Lake."
(Cue A Piece of Heaven [7])
He walks up to me. I try to run, but something about his stride makes me not want to. It's something... soft. Underneath that brutal fighting, I can feel something more... serene.
"I won't hurt you, Lake," he says as he approaches closer.
"Why did you do all this? Was this to show you're on my side!? A monster like you can't..." What am I saying?!
"... I want to become your friend, Lake. I want to show you I can be a good friend... by helping your other friends," he says softly, "... Shelke told me about what's happening with your girlfriend... and... I don't think a friend... or someone who wants to be someone's friend won't just stand there and let one of their biggest problems happen."
My eyes widen, then soften and look down in shame. Berde kneels in front of me and outstretches his hand.
"I can't save Crimson from her drug addiction alone, Lake," I say, "This is why I brought you here. I just softened up the heat. You must talk to Crimson out of her drug addiction. You're her boyfriend, and I'm sure she will definitely listen to you."
"But what about her happiness? She was much more-"
"The drugs got her into this. They separated you from her and she was about to be dedicated to nothing by sex. It started out just for drugs, but if this went any longer... you'd be part of a Netorare plot. You're her boyfriend. Work hard to be her happiness."
He helps me up and gestures me to go to Crimson.
Berde is right. I am her boyfriend. How could I do something so stupid as to let her use drugs to inspire her? I have to work hard to be an inspiration to her every day. She's my childhood friend I've loved ever since, yet I was such a coward.
Being weak is something I thought I always was. I learned how to fight so I could be strong, yet, I still loved the bass. I still cry when I remind myself I'm like the bass: a background noise, no importance.
"I-I'm nothing more than a bass; overlooked and unimportant."
"Then why do you continue to play it?"
The question pierced through me hard. Not the offensive hard, but the kind of hard that forces a good truth to reveal itself. I remember it. I remember when Crimson comforted me about my role as a bassist.
The bass is one of the great cornerstones to a band, Lake. It provides a steady tone that harmonizes the eccentric guitar, the blaring drums, the dynamic vocals, or even the funky synth or keyboards. Don't say you're useless. Every band loves a good bass. It provides harmony, and good rhythm, especially with percussions.
I know what I must do now. What I have to do.
I walk up to my nearly broken girlfriend, covering herself in the blanket from fear of Berde about to kill her.
"Go away!"
"Crimson!"
"... L-Lake?" she says, surprised that her boyfriend came to her.
"Crimson... I know I've been such a wuss. You have to stop doing drugs to find inspiration. I was being lazy because I thought us
being together was enough. I want to be your inspiration. I want you to stop doing drugs because it's destroying you..."
I slowly take off the blanket. Her beautiful short red-hair and her droopy but sweet blonde eyes look at me. Her eyes are full of tears.
"You must hate me for doing this..." she says in shame.
"If I did, then why do you think I still came here? Why do you think I didn't run away from Berde as soon as he approached me?" I say, "I... find your actions for more drugs stupid... but as your boyfriend... as the one you love, I forgive you. I love you... and I don't want any of those drugs that you take to run your life..."
I spot a needle by the nightstand. It's filled with that drug she usually takes. I take it and look at her.
"It will keep you apart from your loved ones, Crimson," I say to her as I toss it into the ground.
"So please," I start to cry, "I don't want you to leave me for a temporary high!"
Crimson starts crying then embraces me with her naked body. She cries into my chest. I hold her tight and pull her close. I kiss her forehead before pulling it closer to my chest. I feel so complete with Crimson in my arms. Before any of this happened, I was depressed from her drug usage and felt weak after she shouted at me for going against her drug usage.
I need to be more like Berde: be strong and continue to fight even through the most difficult of obstacles. I... I think I understand him now just from seeing him fight; from seeing him seek friendship with me.
I hear footsteps behind me. Berde puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Good work, man," he says.
"Thanks," I reply to him with a smile, "It was thanks to you. I'm so sorry that I despised you and distrusted you."
He shakes his head.
(Cue I Talk to the Wind [8])
"I'm glad... I could help with your reconciliation, Lake," he says with a tear coming out of his eye, touched by the display of forgiveness, "I'm glad... I could help... to be.. a friend."
"Friend..." I say to myself.
From what he did, he truly deserves to be called a friend. I look at him with a soft smile.
"I'd love to be your friend, Berde Bazahka."
He nods with a tearful face then turns away.
"Th-thank you," he says, "But in a room like this, I think you guys need a moment."
He leaves the room, leaving me with Crimson, and that fat leader. I see the knife. Looking at that gives me the feeling of power, triumph, and victory. I got Crimson back before she could become a sex doll. I grab the knife and chuckle with Crimson. I feel no remorse for what I'm about to do to this ugly cretin. He stole away my Crimson, but now I'll steal away his-"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
And on that night, a new man was born... and a man died. It was all thanks to the nomadic Ragnarok. The fierce, yet kind butcher. My friend: Berde Bazahka.
Trivia[]
- Crimson Fripp and Lake Gregory are based on the members of King Crimson
- Crimson is a shade of red. Her last name and first name are a reference to King Crimson as well as the guitarist, Robert Fripp
- A Lake is a body of water surrounded by land. It's evocative of water-like colours of blue. It's also a reference to the bassist, Greg Lake.