My Story

[Icestorm]

This is a story based on how i used to live, the life i used to lead, depending on what people think, ill decide whether to continue it or not. These events that happen are all true and based on memories from 2 years ago.

Prologue: Confrontation

Flash. A shadow running from the tree’s tackled me from my bike. I hit the ground hard and felt a heavy weight holding me down. My brain was working over time to try and wrap itself around what had just happened, but before that, the first blow connected with the back of my head, smashing my face into the pavement. I felt the warm, wet, trickle of blood run down from my mouth, down my chin. Get up. The voice inside my head screamed. Get up! For gods sake get up or they will KILL YOU. These thoughts rushed through my head at a thousand miles an hour as the bats assaulted the various parts of my body. The pain, like lightning, like fire, was rushing through by body into the broken bones that were amounting. Despair leaked into my mind and took over. All I could do was sit there and wait while the bats pummeled and crushed my body, the patches of red appearing. All I could do was sit there and wait for a final blow, which would end the torment, and end my pitiful life as it was. It came. Again to the back of my head, slamming my face into the pavement once more, but this time they didn’t stop. My body surrendered itself into unconsciousness. My last thought was regret.

The last recollection of that night was gaining consciousness in my savior’s Ute, the man repeating the words over and over to me. “You’re going to be okay mate, I’m driving you to the hospital, and you’re going to be okay”. Again I slipped into that black and forceful sleep, the body telling the brain its time to shutdown. I awoke in hospital, thanking the heavens I was alive. To tell the story properly I have to go back to the start of the week and follow the last memories of a different life.

[Undying]

Very interesting... and mysterious. Short, though....

[Icestorm]

its not finished.,.. i said that :D

[Devmastuh]

Intrueging(???How do you spell that word???) and is (Bad phrasing) made to make wonder. Love it, the rest will not be received with ill tidings....

[Undying]

its not finished.,.. i said that :D
Then let me rephrase: it's still too short...

[Azalea]

Hey ice you told this story to me over MSN a few months ago, it was fun to read again ^^

[Icestorm]

haha yes i will add to it.. its part one, and it wont be that long. Perhaps if people like it enough ill write spin offs of what i used to get up to. But would it be called a bio? eh whatever, but azalea i didnt go into detail.. as much, as i did in this.

[Kenken]

very interesting ice!, i can't wait for the next part!

[SoundWave]

Yeah interesting is the word... You're a good writer..^^.. :D

[Isis]

You put a lot of words for a short paragraph, but you're a good writer so you can get away with it.. I look forward to your next chapter

[Icestorm]

yeah i sort of wanted to break it at the turning point.. but thanks everyone for the comments, ill write the next part soon.

[The_Supervisor]

wow, well that's kinda . . interesting I guess, hmm, let's see part two . . .

[Icestorm]

Part One: Just Another Day


Beep! Beep! Beep! That bloody alarm clock.. It always has a habit of hammering into my head, just as im about to kiss the girl. The term in "in your dreams" was correct in this case. Haha. Just as I was about to pull my nice warm covers back over my body, a thought hit me. Shit! I was meant to be meeting Sam at 11! Checking my watch i realised it was 12.. Pulling some shorts and a T-shirt on a ran through the livingroom ignoring my mums yells that i had to have breakfast. I grabbed my bike helmet and gloves out of the shed and pedalled off as fast as i could down the hill outside my house. Lets freeze it here. At this point in my life im 15 and ive been riding for 2 years, so i would ride basically anywhere. Where am I going to? We used to call it a "Set up" this basically meant that another group of BMX riders had challenged us to a fight,which meant, we either accepted and chose someone to fight the other guy or we refused and with it lost some of our pride. We never refused set ups. As it went i was normally chosen, they would have considered me a good fighter. In all honesty, it didnt matter what they thought about my fighting, I considered them people who accepted me. When I was chosen, I would fight. It didnt mean that i enjoyed it, i was indifferent to that fact. I just tried to avoid getting my head punched in while I dropped the other guy. I wont lie and say i wasnt good at it.


Half an hour later I arrived at our meeting place. Sam had this annoyed expression on his face that seemed to be permenantly stuck there and it hadnt changed today.

"Where the **** have you been? You're half an hour late" he said waving his arms around.

"Slept in" I said casually

Sam rolled his eyes. This was a normal occurance on the weekends for me.

"Well the other guys pulled out, said they couldnt do it today" Sam said with a confused look on his face.

"Thats weird, thats all they said?" I said
"Yeah, I dunno. Wanna get some maccas?" Sam said
"Yeah alright, if I can pull together some shrapnel from my wallet" I laughed

As we rode towards the macca's Sam pointed out some of the finer legs of Camberwell while making sleazy comments and cat calling. Meanwhile I tried to hide my face from the shallow acts of my friend. When we arrived at macca's Sam went straight to our table that we normally used and looked under it for any messages left by anyone of our friends or people wanting to challenge us. Nothing. We went to the counter and ordered our meals.

It seemed like today would play out to be just an ordinary day. I mean, what possibly could happen?

Little did I know...

[Undying]

Hey, this starts to get serious! :LOL: I like how you started this, but it seems to me that the "first part" was more of a prologue or a prelude, and this is chapter one. I think it's a good story, and is very mysterious, it's cool.

And I would appreciate some comments on my fanfiction too, ice. It just so happens that I wish to hone my writing skills before going on an original story attemp, and so comments are something that I need. My sig has the links, please read and comment.

AND DON'T STOP WRITING!

[The_Supervisor]

Like the story ice, very well written, want more . . soon :)

[Pipp-ORK]

It's really cool, Ice. :doindadom And GASP, cliffhanger, the ENEMY of PROSE EVERYWHERE. >: O

So update soon!

And then it wouldn't be a cliffhanger.

And I'd get to see what happens.

[Icestorm]

hahaha thanks pipp, i shall continue writing! Undying ill check out your fanfic when i have time.

[Devmastuh]

Oh the great and almighty cliffhanger, grant us your powers of endurance! Eh, anyways, nice story! Very believable (LOVE it when it's believable...But you know, in Bleach, it's alright since it's anime...I'm just talking about stories)and wrote with a nice style. Can't wait till Part Two!

[Icestorm]

believeable? are you kidding? its my life 2 years ago

[Lolable]

k its cool icy
though you told me on msn but not in these details
well keep on :D

[SoundWave]

Nice nice... me wants more... :D

[Icestorm]

Part Two: Pulling the Gloves On


I looked around the McDonads eyeing off the other people that sat around the tables chatting and eating. I couldnt help but do this, its a habit you get into after being jumped a couple of times. Another habit would be to measure myself up against any of the guys entering, risk factor and such. Although so very pointless, as i said it was a habit. Sam at last finished his meal, he was a slow eater, or maybe it was me that was a fast eater, regardless i always found myself waiting for him. He burped finishing off his Coke and rubbed his stomach.

"So? what do you want to do now?" he asked
"Well, I guess we have our bikes so we could ride to the skatepark and hang around there for a while?" I suggested, unsure whether he would bother. He thought about it for a little while.
"Yeah alright, I havnt go anything better to do" he said
I rolled my eyes and pulled on my gloves and helmet, exiting the McDonalds we jumped on our bikes and rode towards the skatepark, which was 5 mins away.

Upon arriving as always I noticed the subtle yet small change that occurred whenever someone involved with the gangs entered the park. Most knew on sight the members and the air slightly changed, a small change in atmosphere hardly noticeable, yet there all the same. We paused for our routine scan of the park, to pick out any unwanted attention or people that could possibly cause trouble and try and keep a distance. Being in a gang did not mean that we went looking for trouble. As we didn’t see any people that looked like trouble, we split up and went to do our own things. First up I hit the bowl, which in most cases is quite crowded yet one of my favourites anyway. After staying on the bowl for a while I decided to take a quick break. I sat down on one of the many benches scattered throughout the park, pulled off my gloves and helmet and had a quick swig of my bottle. As I was about to get up a guy sat down next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me back down.

“So..” He said in a throaty voice “Are you Tom?”
“Yeah, uh, I am, how did you know?” I said a bit perplexed
“Your buddy over there pointed you out for me” He said
God, I thought, Idiot! I wanted this to be just one weekend where I don’t have to do anything and enjoy my riding. Why the hell, did he have to point me out.
“Well? Why are you here?” I said, wanting to get straight to the point.
“I’m here for the setup..” He said like it was the most obvious thing.
“Ah, I see, and here I thought you cancelled” I said, slightly annoyed.
“Cancelled? This was never arranged. I just sought you out then..” He said
“Oh.. I understand now” I said a bit confused
“Well?” He said
“Alright I’m ready” I said
Pulling on my gloves I exited the park with Sam and the other guy behind me.

[Evenstar]

Very interesting, Ice! Good job!! Honestly I forgot the more specific details about what you told me in the past about...your past obviously, so it's quite cool for you to have it written here to share... Ganbatte!!

[Pink_Paper_Heart]

continue~~~ I wanna read more~~~

[Icestorm]

Part Three: The Fire In My Eyes

*Note: This recollection is based on what my friends used to say to me, most of this is based on what i have been told when i was fighting. This is how they would describe me, because when i was fighting, you dont think about how you fight, you just think how is it going to end*


The fire in my eyes. They used to say they could see it. The fury they called it, by they, i mean the other members. That compared to my natural calm, cool demenour, always suprised them they said. It was like a bottle, full of emotion. Acumulated and kept and when the lid was released, the change in character was so sudden, that it indeed would sometimes even frighten my friends in the gang.

Yet the reason they believed me to be so natural at fighting was the way i used my fire, my fury and controlled and harnessed it, in fluent movements. This was how they described me, for even after the fight I would find it hard to recall how it felt, because i would have released the emotions into my movements. Oh so agressive, oh so brutal, yet in control. A burnt out fire in the end, my energy spent, my mind empty. Yet an emptiness still wanting to be filled with something just beyond my grasp. Not realising what it was, it would take a while, an event to change me. Though it was the only emptiness i knew.

[Isis]

Leaving us hanging on again Ice >.< Well done, continue writing please :)

[Lex]

Woah, that is all I can say, you certainly have a way with words. You make my writong look like childs play, I'll have to do better is I want to get my stories out there :face82: I can relate to the fighting...not everyone wishes to believe in your power until you get pushed. Keep it up, you write really well!

[Icestorm]

thankyou very much, I appriciate such comments. Its hard for me to write about my past even if it was 2 years ago..

[Pink_Paper_Heart]

arrgghh..nice nice!!!!

[Lex]

thankyou very much, I appriciate such comments. Its hard for me to write about my past even if it was 2 years ago..
Trust me, I understand alot more than what you may think. I had my own similar problems but being a girl it gets frowned on that I fought. Family never expected that from me. But hey, it's in the blood to survive for as long as you can hey. I'd like to chat again but I have to get to Organic Chemistry class now. I'll PM you later. You strike me as a very interisting person. Go well.

[Icestorm]

Thankyou, Im intrigued that your a girl, im sorry that I mistook you as a guy, stupid habit to relate avatar with gender. Yeah that would be cool.

[Icestorm]

Part Four: Control

A concious. Even now i sometimes have trouble grasping this mind set. Back then I didnt have one. I lost it in my actions. I stared into my opponents eyes, I dont use the word enemey because I have no grudges against this person. He is just another face in the crowd.

We had moved to a less busy part of the town, out the back of one of the business's in a carpark.

"Whats your name?" I asked, as I always did.
"What does it matter?" he said agressively.
"Ok then, down to bussiness as you wish" I said.

The lid was opened. That sudden surge of rage that would convulse the body and would threaten to lose myself in it. In that time one must have control, its a split second but it means everything. I gritted my teeth as usual as the wave past and the rage and energy pumped through my body like the blood that keeps me alive.

The guy saw this but didnt take any note, going for a blow to the face, but my reflexes worked in time to slightly move so the punch grazed off the side of my shoulder. I quickly took in his closness, and opening an layed a strong knee to his stomach region. The nameless guy retreated fast holding his stomach in suprise. It was obvious he didnt expect me to be such a challenge. With this he approached with caution, fists up in the boxing style manner. Where-as now i knew he was being more serious I took up a longer stance to allow for kicking. He was taking his time to reach me, so instead I made his decision easier running in with my fist raised. Using a raised fist as a distraction, he went to block the face region, but instead i kicked out with a fierce blow to his stomach region again. This time the guy doubled over in pain. I knew this was my chance to end this easily, so I threw all my anger and weight behind an uppercut to his jaw region. The guy's head snapped up and he fell flat on his back. He wasnt knocked out just completly suprised, I fell down to my knee and elbowed him cleanly in the face. His nose erupted in blood and It looked as though his face would have a fairly bad bruise. Rules are 10 seconds on the ground and they are out. After that time you finish the fight. As another rule, the fighter will carry his mobile on him and the winner will call a contact to pick them up, if they are alone. The contact is usual listed as "Lose contact" in the list. I called the contact and left the carpark, annoyed that today couldnt just be a normal day.

[Pink_Paper_Heart]

u updated again!!! somemore somemore!!

[kaede822]

O_O


GACK! ice buddy.. woah! good job! (on the fighting as well as the writing)

[Isis]

hey ice! Well done with this chapter. Interesting till the end. More please? :biggrinlo

[Lex]

Hell! I like! I would have liked more of a explination why you were annoyed or was that in a previous chapter? Still good though! Killer!