Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny's Call ❯ Entry the Twenty First? ( Chapter 21 )

A/N: this section right here was written by Isaiah himself, I myself took no part in its writing, and take no credit for it. Isaiah is also known as Thaeonblade on Fanfiction.net.

 

Call of Destiny: Ballad of the Immortal Demon

 

Pain….Darkness…Loneliness…Inferiority…Hel plessness…Weakness…These were emotions that remained all too familiar to the boy once known as Reggie Tally. Emotions that are constantly fed to the dormant monster born from the scars of his heart, the blemishes of his soul. It was hard to be an optimistic realist for the young man; you'd call it well neigh impossible considering everything that he's had to endure in his life.

As the youngest son and male of a divorce-stricken African American family, Reggie was all too familiar with being overlooked or being helpless to assuage pain. But in time, he vowed to become strong as to never have to lean upon another for strength…to be a shoulder to lean upon and to help those who came to him. That's why he took martial arts and weapon's training, that's what drove him to excel in Track, that's why he excelled to be the best in every class that he took (even the ones that he didn't like) and that's what allowed him to never give up in Football, even when he knew that he may never have the chance to show his strength.

Regardless of all of his efforts, he never felt as though he could fully succeed in anything that he did, hell, he hadn't even had his first girlfriend yet. But this didn't stop him from being a follower of the golden rules: To love God (and in extension Jesus, since he is God as well as the Son of God) with all thy heart, mind, and soul; and to love others as thy love thyself (treat others the way you would want to be treated). He never even saw himself as being remotely capable of being placed into a position of leadership and yearned for such a chance to prove himself as worthy as anyone else.

But, Reggie really hated himself when he got just the chance that he was asking for. He asked himself a very serious important as the war with the anti-dragons began. “WHAT THE HELL DOES EVERYONE SEE IN ME THAT REMOTELY MAKES ME QUALIFIED TO BE A LEADER?!!??!!?” But, Reggie accepted the role of leader in light of the attack of the…reptildas? Reptiles? Godzillas? Reggie simply stuck with calling them raptors (singular) or sharptooth (plural) for simplicity.

Luckily, he wasn't stuck with most of the hard decisions like Corben, Taurius, or Walker but he's duties of basically keeping everyone organized was hard enough on its own. Luckily, he had a lot of help from other members of the football team, mainly Joe Pepple (junior) and Terrell Johnson (sophomore) in keeping the sophomores from doing something stupid. Reggie regarded the boys as younger brothers and resolved to keep them and everyone else from being harmed.

Yet, as optimistic as Reggie remained as the war unfolded, he wasn't naïve; he knew that a lot of people, including him were very likely to die. But he told himself, that if he was going to give these Land Before Time bastardic rejects his life, he'd give them hell right along with it.

Then came that day, when hell completely broke loose from the gates of Sheol. In the outbreak of a devastating and horrific attack by the enemy, Reggie and his unit including Joe, Terrell, and several other football veterans were caught in the worse of the storm. The Celtics fought like Spartans, with Reggie seeming to deal the most damage (though he'll deny it). He fought wielding a sword that Tarius had made for him and used his quick reflexes to surprise the sharptooth with his velocity. Due to the negative image that he always placed guns in, Reggie utterly refused to use a gun even though the others called him an idiot for it, especially since he was the only leader without any apparent power. But today, he made an exception to his code when he saw Terrell thrown to the ground by a raptor, and without thought, Reggie dropped his blue tinted double edged sword and picked up a dropped crossbow and fired into the raptor's head, instantly killing it and ensuring his brother's safety (if only for that moment)

And then it happened, a sudden blitzkrieg came and separated the football Celtics from Corben and Walker and the last thing Reggie remembered was seeing a burst of blue ram towards him and instantly going blind in his left side as intense pain crippled his body.

Darkness took him, and he felt himself drift through the air like a feather.

“So this is it, this is what it's like to die…” As much as Reggie hated to go out like such a punk, he shook his head and chuckled.

“Not like anyone will miss me…not like I mattered to anyone…” With that, Reggie closed his eyes to go to his final resting place until…

“God, Reggie!! Are you fucking me!!?” Reggie recognized the voice to be that of Dinger, one of his teachers/coaches, who had died during the sharptooth's initial appearance, “I don't believe this!! Creon is lying on his ass giving up!!! Didn't we teach you shit on the field?!!? Don't take life on your ass!!!”

“But Dinger…I'm died, half of my body just got-“

“Don't give that shit!! If you were dead then you'd be halfway to heaven by now!!!”

“Is this some last minute conversation with unresolved parts of my life?”

“No Dipshit! You just need to open your eyes and find out for yourself!!!”

“Fine, but it's not like it'll change anything…” Reggie then proceeded to open his eyes and found himself back in the realm of life. Pain was what he was most acquitted with, but somehow he wasn't bothered by having half of his body missing, in fact, it some how stimulated him. Whatever part of his mouth that remained smiled as he came to an epiphany that could best be described in these words:

“What the hell? It burns like hell, but it isn't that bad…” Somewhere in his subconscious, his mind had commanded whatever gift God had given him to reform his face. He then saw that he was missing his left side and at the command of his will, his fatal injuries were reformed over as if nothing had ever happened to them. A lot of people around him as well as the enemy were stunned by what they saw Reggie accomplish, but he himself decided not to think too much of it, but was going to milk this power for all that it was worth.

“Imperishable in battle, not the power that I would have chosen, but then again…” He didn't react when he felt blaster fire rip through his leg and effectively sever it only to have it reform again. After driving off his would-be killer, Reggie dropped what he called an uncivilized weapon and drew out his sword and wasted no time in swiftly cutting down his assailant and about half a dozen others.

“Don't think that the whole swords against guns thing is relevant know that I'm imperishable…” With that, Reggie leapt blindly back into the fold, and that would be his mode of combat ever since. He would take on the blows aimed at his brothers and use that pain to fuel his rising power. Helpless no more, inferior to no man, loneliness drowned by purpose, weakness now irrelevant, and pain and darkness? He would use these tools to fuel his power, he would do all that was required of him for he was Reggie- no, that boy is no more; there is only Creon…Isaiah Creon…the immortal demon of war.