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Post by John Dark on 8/18/2012, 5:25 pm

Dread wrote:Current Events

The familiar beeping of the proximity alert woke John from a much-deserved sleep. He sat up from his bed and gazed around, disoriented by his surroundings. He had no recollection of crawling into bed, but that did little to worry him. It will come to me. John thought as he stood up and walked toward one of the windows.

He smiled as a sudden wave of excitement laced with absolute awe overcame him. The sight of Earth and all its beauty filled him with joy. He was returning to where he belonged, the planet of his birth and the planet where he had lived his life. He did not know why it made him happy to see it again. He had experienced and known suffering throughout much of his existence; despite that fact, Earth was where he belonged and it seemed to beckon him onto its surface again not by its gravity that he could have easily ignored, but by something else he could not name.

He looked over to “Coach” who appeared busy at the controls to ensure an uneventful landing. John moved to sit by another window where he strapped himself in. Earth seemed to magnify in size during their approach until the ship entered the planet’s atmosphere. “Coach” disengaged the artificial gravity and, immediately afterward, the ship began rumbling. The planet below tugged, with its gravity, at the vessel that had been constructed from its resources as though claiming a lost child. The ship’s propulsion subtly defied the will of its home world and descended at the leisurely pace its pilot required of it.

The sky, John observed, turned from black to the darkest shade of blue then lightened to a dreamily light shade of blue. The sun cast the fast-approaching clouds below in gold and, soon, they were passing through the misty barrier. As though refusing to be ignored, the cloud through which they descended, layered the windows with mist. The resulting droplets quickly raced upward off the panes, compelled by the natural forces that directed rest and motion.

The world John knew appeared beneath them, but it resembled hardly more than a vast model made to scale for miniature beings. The cities looked as though they had been crafted meticulously by the practiced hands of an aging hobbyist. The forests and fields looked to him like bumpy tiles of various earthy colors. The mountains he viewed looked like enormous angry warts that protruded upward from the planet’s surface. Had it not been for the vast oceans, John would not have been able to place the wondrous sights in proper perspective.

The world below grew to the proportions John was used to seeing. It felt to him like the world was changing to accommodate the needs of the arriving space craft and its passengers. The ship set down on an all-too familiar forest, but not before John had glimpsed the oriental mansion, bordered by a perfectly square and stone wall, neighboring it. It also included a vast stone garden; “Coach” had already revealed to him he had neither a talent nor interest in gardening. John surmised that that mansion was “Coach’s” present home and that his pair of assistants was busy looking after the estate.

His teacher deactivated most of the ship’s systems after landing it in a clearing. “Get out,” He ordered John no sooner had the hatch opened.

“Coach” followed him outside then closed the ship behind him. “Remain in the forest; do not make me hunt you down or you will regret it.” “Coach” commanded. “I will come to collect you when the time is right.” He then took to the sky and disappeared from view.

John’s stomach growled; he went back to the unattended ship to grab something to eat, but it denied him entry. The ship may have been purchased with John’s money, but it was apparent to him that it would only accept “Coach” inside along with whomever the sadist deemed worthy of his company. He gritted his teeth then set off for the river. He would be dining on fish again that day.

Three days prior to current events...

The kanassan hotel had a different color scheme from what John had expected. The walls and floors featured various blues and violets that were murder on human eyes. John noticed that the locals all wore blue clothing and wondered if they had ever experienced anything in a variety of color. Would the rainbow palette of Earth blind the kanassans with its unpredictability and countless shades? As these thoughts and more crossed his mind, “Coach” spoke to the clerk at the desk and purchased an evening’s stay for him and his student.

“It seems that the knowledge of our language has already spread throughout the populace.” “Coach” remarked; John recalled in vivid detail the manner in which “Coach” educated two of the locals in their tongue. He would never forget the expressions of suffering each of them bore as his teacher gave them a telepathic crash course in English.

John silently followed him toward what appeared to be a transparent elevator with a circular hovering platform to support their weight. “Coach” pressed his hand against the see-through and tubular shaft; it rippled at his tough to John’s amazement. “Coach” closed his eyes for a moment then a hole appeared in the shaft that widened enough to allow them onto the platform.

“Their technology is absolutely fascinating,” “Coach remarked. “Just touch something and deliver a mental command, and it receives and executes it as easily as if it was an extension of your nervous system.” John was not sure what he was babbling on about, but he stepped onto the platform after “Coach” regardless of his strange ramblings.

The opening closed in on itself after John walked through it and he almost dared to touch the wall where there had once been a hole. He retracted his hand the instant the platform lifted off. As they ascended, the translucence of the shaft afforded them a view of the passing floors, all of which appeared identical to the ones before it. It slowed to a halt and the opening reappeared, revealing a wide and carpeted hallway identical to the ones below and above it. “After you, John,” “Coach” commanded.

They stepped onto the thin carpet of blue-violet and John received the impression of stepping into the world of the imagination of a cartoonist. “Coach” proceeded ahead of him as John examined the lighting above them; luminous orbs floated freely without movement as though suspended in the air by an invisible force. John eventually raced after his teacher, afraid of being left alone in such a strange environment. “Here we are,” “Coach” said, gesturing to a black circle in the wall.

John noticed other such circles in the corridor that were vastly spaced apart; he watched “Coach” place a hand against the circle. His teacher maintained the position until the circle visibly rotated, creating an opening at its center that quickly widened. “Coach” stepped beyond the newly created hole and John followed in after him. The circle closed behind him, but instead of becoming a black circle again, John observed he could see clearly through the door. “We can see out, but no one can see in,” “Coach" explained.

John expected to step inside an interstellar version of a hotel room; he did not expect what greeted him beyond the “doorway”. The room looked identical to a suite in a five-star hotel back on Earth. There were pristine white couches that dominated a sitting area; the furnishings placed before an enormous flat screen television, and a glass coffee table rested at the center of all these objects. The sitting area neighbored a kitchen decked out in chrome and complete with a refrigerator, stove, sink, cabinets, and table and plush chairs. “There are two bedrooms over there,” “Coach" said, pointing to a wall where, instead of black circles, rested two very normal doors.

“How?” John asked as he sat in one of the couches and felt the soft cushions to confirm with his hands what his eyes were telling him.

“What?” “Coach” asked, not understanding the question.

“How is this possible, Coach? All this looks like it’s from home.” John clarified.

“I guess you can say that this building is alive and is responsive to thought. When you are given a room here, you just have to concentrate and imagine everything you need and want that can fit inside the space given. The hotel has a sort of computer that takes the images from your head then, without getting too technical for your underdeveloped brain, makes it into reality with the materials available.” “Coach” explained.

“Wow, really?” John said.

“Yes, John, as you put it ‘really’.” He said mockingly, it was not the first time he spoke those words to his student in the exact same manner. “Now, enjoy yourself; think of this as a vacation from your training.”

John took his advice and walked into the kitchen area. He immediately opened up the refrigerator and its contents confirmed everything that his teacher had told him about the place. “Is this stuff edible?” John asked, surveying the sliced meats and cheeses, the jar of pickles, an assortment of condiments, and a pitcher of iced tea.

“Coach” ignored him; John investigated the cabinets and drawers and found bread, plates, cups, and silverware. He fashioned himself several sandwiches and, after his first tentative bite, he immediately devoured them without stepping away from the counter toward the table. No sooner had he finished barbarically gobbling down his sandwhiches when a heavenly aroma assaulted him. He turned away from the remains of his meal and saw “Coach” sitting down at a table with a stack of cardboard boxes before him. His teacher opened the topmost box and revealed a pizza within! “Where did you get that?” John asked with a watering mouth.

“I touched the table and ordered it to make me pizza. Low and behold, I now have pizza.” “Coach” answered. “You touched the fridge and hoped to find something to eat. You touched the cabinets and drawers and hoped to find what you needed to make a meal.” He revealed to John. "You seriously need to pay attention."

John was starting to believe he understood the workings of the hotel in which they stayed. He walked over to the refrigerator again and touched the freezer compartment. “Chocolate ice cream,” He said aloud even though he need only think of what he desired. He pulled open the freezer compartment and the only thing occupying it was a carton of chocolate ice cream.

He seized it immediately and went to the cabinets for a bowl. He found one and scooped a massive serving of his dessert into it. He returned to the refrigerator and opened it in hopes of finding chocolate syrup. It rested on a shelf where there had only been ketchup, mustard, and thousand-island dressing before. He grabbed it and poured its contents onto his frozen dish until satisfied with the amount distributed. He sat down across from “Coach”. “You know what would make this better?” He said, working hard not to giggle with delight. “Brownies!” He passionately declared when “Coach” offered him no answer.

A shallow pan appeared on the table next to the pizza boxes with piping hot brownies already cut into even squares. They steamed with the smell of perfected fudge; a spatula rested next to the pan where only emptiness occupied the spot seconds earlier. “Satisfied?” “Coach” asked in irritation; of course, he would find displeasure where others experienced joy.

John frowned, but even his teacher could not dampen his mood. He ate all the brownies and ice cream he could stomach that morning until his gut ached from being overstuffed. “Coach”, meanwhile, consumed every slice of pizza he had ordered for himself. “I am going out for a while to oversee the completion of our ship’s modifications.” “Coach” suddenly announced as he stood up from the table. “You are to remain in this room until I say otherwise. If I come back and find you are not here, I will hunt you down, force you onto the ship, and eject you into the nearest star. Do I make myself clear?”

John nodded as soon as he received the full effect of his warning, knowing “Coach” would carry it out to fulfillment. So much for enjoying myself. John thought as his teacher left the room.


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Post by John Dark on 8/18/2012, 6:11 pm

Dread wrote:John enjoyed the relaxation and comfort of the room for a couple hours. He entered the bathroom and bathed in a tub perfectly sized for him. He dried off and dressed in a fancy suit that he imagined waiting for him in the little bathroom closet. It felt as comfortable as it appeared stylish. A glance in the mirror astonished him and he immediately strode out of the bathroom like a pimp. He sat on one of the couches and turned on the television, but it only broadcasted things he had already watched back on Earth. He realized the room was taking his memories of Earthen TV and showing him what he had already seen. He promptly turned it off at the realization and tried finding other things to do with his time.

It took very little time for him to become bored, but boredom was far from the worse thing he suffered during his wait for his teacher. He soon discovered that all the luxury surrounding him seemed to smother him. He felt suffocated by the very grandeur that he had enjoyed since arriving. He felt boxed in and trapped; he needed to escape the lavish confines. He huddled on the couch and shut his eyes tightly. He rocked his body back and forth until he overbalanced and fell onto the rug in front of it. The comfort was too much; it was bearing down on him from all sides and making him sick. He experienced an extreme sense of claustrophobia. Was this how “Coach” felt all the time? Is that why he only ever smiled when he watched others suffer? John could only guess, but all he wanted in that moment was freedom.

He opened his eyes when he heard the soothing sound of birdsong accompanied by the gentle fall and continuous splashing of water. He opened his eyes and sat up to discover that the room had changed. The hotel had sensed the discomfort of one of its guests and had reshaped John’s room to pacify him. Artificial grass surrounded him on all sides; the entire suite “Coach” originally envisioned for their stay had vanished completely. The walls displayed an image of a surrounding forest with mountains in the distance; the scenery appeared realistic enough, but John encountered a barrier when he tried stepping past the room’s dimensions.

A miniature waterfall poured infinitely from a far wall and splashed down into the stream that split the room evenly in half. John felt an authentic breeze that carried a scent of pine on it. Is this my idea of paradise? Not a lavish suite, but the simple outdoors of my world? John knew it was true as soon as the thoughts popped into his head; the forest had been the only place in recent times where he had been free of “Coach’s” tyrannous method. John allowed a smile to form on his face and perfected the scene around him.

A partly cloudy sky appeared above him and the light in the room consolidated into a single source that appeared as brilliant as a nearby star and beamed comfortable warmth down on the room's current occupant. A passing breeze helped further relax him as he assumed a meditative pose. The “sun” progressed across the ceiling with the passing hours, but John remained still and waited in absolute passiveness for his teacher’s return.

When he felt hungry, he envisioned a picnic arranged beside him, and all the food he wanted to eat appeared fresh on the dishes he imagined. He ate perfectly grilled hamburgers and hotdogs as well as excellently seasoned fried chicken that tasted no different from what he had sampled back on Earth. He consumed corn on the cob that he had slathered in melted butter; he additionally enjoyed mashed potatoes and gravy. Why not potatoes and gravy on a picnic? He didn’t have to transport any of it. A bit of imagination went a long way with kanassan technology. He ate cookies, pies, and watermelon slices for desert. He drank iced tea, lemonade, and even a glass of cola to slake his thirst. When he had eaten his fill, he resumed meditating; the mess he had left behind and all the leftovers vanished from existence; their particles were to be recycled by the hotel’s systems for later use.

The “sky” darkened and the “sun” set while the “moon” simultaneously rose. The air in the room became chillier, but John had grown accustomed to the cool nights of the forest and its recreated presence failed to bother him. He stood up when he felt tired and almost decided to imagine the suite “Coach” had envisioned for their stay, but a new idea occurred to him. He pictured a simple cabin in the woods with a modest sitting area and warm fire. He opened his eyes when he felt the warmth and heard the soothing crackle of flames in a fireplace. He watched as his imagination became solid reality before his very eyes and he was deposited into the interior of a log cabin.

There was a wall on either side of the sitting area with a solid oak door situated in the center of each. John walked toward the door to his right and entered the bedroom he had already visualized for himself. He looked down at the suit he had not removed since after his bath and decided to experiment. He thought he did not have to undress and redress if all he needed to do was alter the clothing he wore. The suit transformed instantly into a silken robe perfect for a good night’s rest. He then took to the four-poster bed in the room and fell fast asleep atop the mountain of pillows that awaited him.
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Post by John Dark on 8/19/2012, 4:41 pm

Dread wrote:Two days prior to current events...

When morning arrived, an incessant rapping disturbed John’s otherwise peaceful slumber. The artificial sunlight that beamed through a false window, where there should only have been a wall, did nothing to wake John since its appearance a couple hours ago. He tossed and turned for minutes; going to great lengths to defy the wishes of whomever wanted him awake. He ended up buried beneath dozens of pillows and cocooned his body within several blankets. Another knock on the door failed to penetrate deeply enough to seize him from falling back into a deep sleep.

A minute passed in silence and John smiled dreamily by the fact that he had been left to his desires. That smile vanished the instant “Coach” appeared before him in a dream. “Wake up,” He simply ordered and John immediately complied; his willingness to do anything to relieve himself of his teacher’s presence filled his being right down to his subconscious.

John clawed and kicked at the blankets and pillows that surrounded him from all sides, restricting his movements. His actions further entangled his body to his rising frustration. He grunted audibly with effort. He even moaned, making him out to seem like a child pretending to be a ghost amidst his parents’ bedspread. He rolled around across the bed and accidentally fell over the edge. He collapsed onto the very hardwood floor he had wished for at the end of the previous night. He groaned in pain then crawled forward, extricating himself, at long last, from his restraints.

“Coach” stood in front of him and looked down at him. “Idiot,” “Coach spat. “You could have just imagined all those confining comforts of yours away.” He pointed out in frustration.

“Sorry, Coach,” John mumbled as his brain continued working through the waking process; it failed to register “Coach’s” comment as an insult and defining half the words he used proved beyond its present capacity.

“Get some breakfast and change into your gear.” “Coach” ordered. “Be quick about it, we are leaving in an hour.” He added; John clearly heard the manner in which his teacher stressed the word, “we”.

John stood up and his teacher immediately shoved his gear into his arms then left the room, granting the teen a moment of privacy. John looked down at his pajamas and willed them away. The articles vanished without a trace; their particles made invisible by the instant separation. Unlike the pajamas created by the room’s functions, John had to dress manually into his gear that his teacher had bought with his money.

He stepped out of the bedroom as soon as he finished changing and noticed that the interior of the log cabin remained; “Coach” had simply expanded upon John’s creation by adding a small table with two chairs near the actual door to the hotel room. He wondered if he should take “Coach’s” passive acceptance of the shift from modern suite to cozy cabin as a compliment.

The addition provided enough room for two adults to enjoy a meal; whether or not “Coach” actually enjoyed food remained up to debate. John took one of the seats; “Coach” rested in an enormous leatherback chair by the fire. He left his teacher to whatever luxuries the man enjoyed. He could not, however, help shudder at the ominous and fire-casted shadow of the large chair and its occupant. It seemed an adequate visualization of the darkness that resided within the twisted mind of his teacher.

John dismissed the thought and focused on what he wanted for breakfast; everything he wanted appeared before him within a moment’s notice. He ate a heaping stack of pancakes with genuine butter and equally real maple syrup. Sausage, bacon, and eggs served as excellent sides. He drank black coffee from a mug the size of his head, but his strength made its weight seem to him as nothing. He needed no coffee pot; whenever his mug emptied, he imagined a refill and the steaming caffeinated liquid he so desired immediately appeared in his cup to the brim! He even drank an ample amount of orange juice that tasted as though it had been recently wrung from farm-grown oranges. “Satisfied?” “Coach” asked as he stood from his chair.

John looked ahead at the remains of his breakfast, wishing for additional time, but time was one of few things that the hotel could not replicate. He thought leaving behind the last few slices of bacon and links of sausage behind would be such a waste even though he already knew they would all disappear the instant the room registered he no longer wished to eat. He eagerly stuffed the meat into his mouth without an ounce of etiquette, chewed quickly until he dared swallow, and gulped the crushed sausage and obliterated bacon down. He took a long swig of orange juice then said to “Coach”, with great reluctance, “I am now.”
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Post by John Dark on 8/19/2012, 6:26 pm

Dread wrote:They left the room together, took the “elevator” down to the lobby, and John waited for “Coach” to pay for the room. Is our money even good here? John wondered to himself; he decided that it must have been of no consequence either way. His teacher always received what he wanted and often exercised force to force those who opposed him to submit to his will. “Coach” could probably have gotten away with paying the locals Monopoly money and none of them would so much as complain out of fear for their own life. He preferred to use John’s money in an apparent attempt to cause him additional suffering. “Let’s go,” “Coach” ordered John as he left the clerk and made his way to the exit.

“Are the modifications finished, Coach?” John asked his teacher as they walked away from the hotel and back toward their ship.

“Stay quiet; it helps me to ignore the fact of how much of an idiot you are,” “Coach” said.

John gritted his teeth in anger, but suppressed the urge to lash out at his teacher. He’s certainly trained me to be a good little dog! John thought angrily as he reflected on his willingness to follow his teacher’s every word. “May I at least know why we came here?” John asked.

“I thought I ordered you to be quiet,” “Coach” hissed.

A simple “No” would have sufficed. John fought off the temptation to voice that bitter thought at his teacher.

They arrived, at long last, at the ship that had carried them all the way from Earth to the devastated, albeit scientifically advanced, kanassan home world. Nothing appeared different at a glance, but John supposed the changes had been done on the inside. “Coach” approached the ship and opened the hatch via a control panel that now seemed infinitely primitive when compared to the alien technology John had witnessed and experienced. He followed his teacher inside to the main area and the hatch closed slowly behind him.

“Did you enjoy yourself, John?” “Coach” suddenly asked.

“What?” John asked, surprised to hear “Coach” actually wanted him to speak after commanding him into prolonged silence.

“Do you feign stupidity just to annoy me, boy? Or are you of such limited intellect that you are in constant need of repetition for your brain to decipher the most basic of information?” “Coach” asked rhetorically; John showed wisdom when he chose not to offer an answer to the clear insult. “I asked if you enjoyed your stay.” His teacher stated.

“Yes,” John simply answered; it was all he could say without letting his temper slip and issuing the choice words that hung precariously off the edge of his tongue.

“Then you will not mind if we resume your training as soon as we’ve left paradise behind.” The amount of sarcasm in “Coach’s” tone was impossible to miss.

John sat in his preferred seat next to a window and experienced the second lift off into space in his life. As per usual, the vessel rumbled and caused his body to tingle uncomfortably. A normal human would not have been able to stand up as the g-force involved in escaping a planet’s gravity at speeds exceeding that of sound forced them to remain seated. After having experienced sixty times earth’s normal gravity throughout his training between planets, John could have easily danced around the main area as the ship resisted Kanassa’s pull in its ascent. He chose to remain still and silent in his seat as a student might sit outside an office, awaiting and fearing a visit with the school principal. The ship broke through the planet’s atmosphere and initiated its artificial gravity, enabling passengers to ignore external forces such as its “jump”. As soon as it reached orbital distance, the ship accelerated to many times beyond light speed.

“Coach” adjusted the gravity in the ship to well beyond that of Earth, but significantly below John’s limit. He beckoned toward his student who unstrapped himself from his seat and walked, with some effort, toward the man. A quick glance at the gravity controls revealed to him that they were experiencing twenty times Earth’s gravity. I must weigh over two tons! John accurately surmised. Even though he was aware of the magnetic forces straining to drag him down, he resisted them with hardly any effort. He supposed he had “Coach’s” training/torture to thank for achieving the impossible. “Since we spent the journey from Earth in no less than ten times its gravity, we will spend our journey back home in twenty times Earth’s normal gravity,” “Coach” announced.

“Come with me,” He ordered; John did as he was told and they went down the ladder that led to the bathroom as well as other areas in the ship he had not yet explored.

They walked through a perfectly round corridor, passing the bathroom entrance without a glance. “Coach” stopped a couple minutes later in front of another door; similar to the one that led inside the bathroom, it appeared as nothing more than a large red rectangle painted into the wall. The rectangle whooshed upward, disappearing almost instantly into the ceiling. “Coach” gestured him inside and John immediately walked through the corridor, compelled by his own curiosity rather than by the usual constant terror he felt toward his demanding mentor.
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Post by John Dark on 8/20/2012, 12:26 pm

Dread wrote:The room was round in shape similar to the main area of the ship, but not nearly as large. Its interior bore the same colors John had seen on Kanassa. The blues and violets of the walls and ceiling surrounding him, however, appeared much softer and easier on the eyes than the glaring shades he had seen back on the alien world. The floor beneath him looked to be made of flat and thickly cut glass that glowed with a white soft light, illuminating the room. A cylindrical pedestal resided at the exact center directly of the room. John walked toward the pedestal, observing that it was no thicker than either of his arms, but it hardly caught his attention.

He stared in wonder at the object that fully consumed his attention. It floated directly above the pedestal. It was white in color and crystalline in shape, but there was a wondrous smoothness about its angles that the jagged gemstones of Earth lacked. It glowed much more brilliantly than the floor below, but, strangely enough, the light hardly travelled beyond its invisible and intangible perch. It pulsed with a certain kind of life that John had immediately detected with his sixth sense upon entering the room. He reached out with one hand and touched the crystal with a single extended finger. Upon contact, a surge of energy leaped from the depths of the crystal and flooded into the human that had been drawn towards it.

His sight, his hearing, and his sense of touch all departed him as they had all done when “Coach” first helped him find and summon his ki energy from within. Rather than the darkness and cold that he had encountered during that unpleasant event, John presently discovered himself in a space completely opposite to his own abysmally dark and piercingly cold soul. Light surrounded him on all sides and a pleasant energy occupied everything around him and within him. It was a substance impossibly devoid of impurities. It silenced all his desires, dispatched of all his worries and doubts and fears, and it removed all distractions from his consciousness including the distraction of hope. All that remained after the energy had scoured him of his mental restrictions was a quality of peace he had encountered only once before.

He remembered when, trapped in a forest cave, he met a boy in a vision and the boy invited him to sit in a garden where they meditated. It was the first time in his life that absolute serenity had overcome him. The boy had been the same individual who had appeared in his life seemingly randomly to help him in one way or another ever since John arrived, unwillingly, at “Coach’s” training grounds back on Earth. Even though the words went unspoken, John clearly recalled the message the boy constantly delivered unto him. “The light…The dark…One cannot exist without the other…Light to guide the dark and dark to save the light.”

John still could not determine the meaning behind the repeated message, but it gave him no cause to worry. The benevolent forces at work on his mind, body, and soul made it impossible for him to worry about anything. He consumed the energy and allowed himself to be consumed by it, changing him until he became an indistinguishable entity from it. Knowledge flowed into his mind at a pace that allowed him to digest it all for his immediate understanding.

He learned, from his time merged with the crystal, the next stage of utilizing the very energy that gave him life and supplied him his spirit. “Coach” had helped him learn how to harness his energy outwardly and the crystal educated him on how to mold it into whatever shape he desired and carry out any multitude of functions he could imagine. His teacher had been correct in saying using ki energy required a conscious thought, but John had just transcended beyond that particular plateau. He now knew that shaping his ki into a desired form and commanding it to fulfill a specific purpose required a combination of will and imagination.

He felt himself smile then his eyes suddenly snapped open; he calmly removed his hand from the crystal. He soon discovered, with his sixth sense, the same energy concentrated within the crystal came at him in subtle upward drafts from the floor. Even though it was less concentrated and severely diluted, John identified the substance as the same stuff with which the crystal had infused his mind, body, and soul.

The door to the room whooshed upward; John had no recollection of it having closed behind him. “Coach” stood just before the threshold as though impeded from progressing further by some invisible force. “You have reawakened at long last.” He said.

“Reawakened?” John repeated, confused. “How long was I out?”

“A day,” “Coach” allowed a smile of amusement to play across his lips at John’s ensuing shock.
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Post by John Dark on 8/20/2012, 1:36 pm

Dread wrote:One day prior to current events…

“These are the changes you wanted made to the ship, weren’t they?” John asked, referring to his surroundings.

“I told you before that you were progressing much slower than I had anticipated.” “Coach” replied. “I thought that you would have started using your ki extensively long before now; your spirit is adequate enough for the task. I seemed to have overestimated your mental capacities, however. You needed a boost even after all you have been through; in short, yes, these are the modifications I had made to the ship.”

John was both surprised and bothered by the sudden emotion of disappointment that attacked him. He had neither surpassed nor achieved the expectations of his teacher. Why should I care? John thought angrily; he felt angry at himself for actually caring what his abusive instructor thought of him. He has done nothing other than insult me, has condemned me to almost certain death many times, and constantly forces me to obey his every command! Why should I give a damn what he thinks? He felt close to tears, but he suppressed his desire to cry; he refused to appear weaker than he already had in front of his master.

“What have you learned?” “Coach” asked; John opened his mouth to speak. “Show me what you have learned in my absence.” He wanted a demonstration, not a speech; John obliged him. “It appears that you have finally started to catch up,” “Coach” said as he softly applauded the execution of John’s first ever acquired ki-based technique.

John grinned a little at what he surmised was the closest thing to a compliment he would ever receive from his teacher. “It is not, however, enough.” “Coach” said; immediately ruining John’s good mood. “I suppose you are hungry and tired,” He said.

“Yes I am.” John said and moved to leave the room for breakfast, lunch, or whatever meal the current time deemed appropriate; “Coach” barred his way. “May I please have something to eat, Coach?” John asked, assuming his teacher wanted to hear him beg.

“You may not,” “Coach” told him. “I told you just now that you have not done enough for your training.”

John gaped at him in disbelief; his demonstration had greatly drained him and the hours he spent without sleep or sustenance had finally caught up to him. He needed a meal and he needed proper rest, but “Coach” denied him both. “Remain here and continue to train; this is your fifth lesson. I expect you to be adequately prepared for our arrival back on Earth.” “Coach” shut and locked the door behind him; as per usual, there would be no arguing his decision.

John thought he knew what “Coach” expected of him. One isn’t enough for you, eh? Fine! I figure out more ways to kick your ass you mother fucking son a bitch! John fueled his imagination with his anger, and his fury allowed him to ignore his physical needs over the passing hours. He practiced various combat stances and tested each of them to see which one allowed him to harness his ki energy faster. It did not appear to matter how he stood, floated, or sat, however. The only things that seemed pivotal to achieving his goals throughout his exercises were that he focus his energy toward a specific point and give it a reason for being.

His practice drained him quickly of his stamina, but he pressed on until he could no longer flex a finger or a toe without a sudden sting accompanying the motion. He collapsed onto the floor, falling asleep before his head touched down; neither his fear of nor anger towards his teacher could keep him going. He, like everyone else, had a limit and he had most certainly reached his. He had expelled a dangerous amount of energy and had risked depleting his spirit; as a result, the natural safeguards of his body immediately went into effect and forced him into a rest as it had done before.
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