Rise of The Viking.
Posted: 17 Jan 2014, 23:32
The Veil. It had been a long time since He had set foot in the three room space. Luffy paused at the door way and looked around. Photos hung from the walls and sat on counters. Thick dust covered memories of the past that lay scattered about. He shook his head and entered. He headed directly into the kitchen and dumped a small fruit salad into a bowl for Freyja who hid clutching to his hair. Once she was comfortably sitting on the counter munching away at her food Luffy then laid down and stared at the ceiling. His life was again flipped in a direction he never wanted to see. He had that habit it seemed. He had put himself well out there before he should have. Again, his world burned under his feet while he stood helpless to keep the flames at bay.
He had no idea how long he lay staring at the unmoving surface above him. He didn’t even care either. Suddenly, a boot to the side of his foot jolted him. “Hey wake up,” a voice said. In the haze that surrounded him, Luffy tried to recognize the voice that spoke. It sounded familiar but he still couldn’t place the voice. Another kick to the foot. “*****, I said wake up!” Luffy lifted himself up on his elbows and saw four legs standing in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and just stared in confusion. The haze was still present and he had no idea what was going on. He sat up and looked at the people in his apartment.
“Who the hell are you guys,” He asked as he continued to rub his eyes. Their faces were clearing up and they looked familiar, but he still couldn’t remember where he saw them before. They were both wearing white suits. One of them was a good looking black man; the other was kind of pasty white. They both stood there watching Luffy.
“Who are we?! We the Ghosts of Gangstas Past,” The white guy said.
“Ghosts of Gangsta’s past,” the other one asked as he turned to look at the first man, “When we get back up to Heaven, remind me to kick yo’ cracka ***.” He looked down at Luffy. “You don’t remember us? It’s Jean and Brian man! Yanno, Musketeer and Zulu. Can you believe this ****, the Luffy we grew up with would never wallow in self pity ‘cause some dumb ***** dumped his ***.”
“I hear ya Zulu; man’s become a major pussy. I miss The Viking. Dude woulda straight up kicked the **** outta that little cockbite who stole his woman, fucked the *****, and then told her to take a hike.”
“Gee you two always know how to cheer a man up,” Luffy sniped back, “The hell you two doing here, you’re dead.”
“We’re getting you back in the game ya pansy ***,” Brian announced. He held his hand down to Luffy.
“C’mon pal, look around you. Who’s the real you? This pathetic mess on the floor? Or Luffy ‘The Viking’ Andren? Who not even the Italian Mob wanted to mess with?” Luffy took the hand and pulled himself to his feet. He looked at both men and laughed like a maniac. He clasped both men on the shoulder. “Goddamn even dead, you two are still a pain in my ***.” He tied his hair back with his leather bracelet walked past them. “You got a point though. Time to be me again.”
“That’s our Viking,” they said in unison. They vanished quickly and the haze around Luffy’s vision went with them. He suddenly found himself sitting on the couch staring at the fireplace. He looked down at his hands and realized that all the photos in the apartment were now clutched in his fists. With a single motion, he threw them all in the crackling fire. He rose to his feet and headed to the guest bath. First the photos, now the garden. Tonight he would purge his past from his life. Tonight, The Viking would be reborn.
He had no idea how long he lay staring at the unmoving surface above him. He didn’t even care either. Suddenly, a boot to the side of his foot jolted him. “Hey wake up,” a voice said. In the haze that surrounded him, Luffy tried to recognize the voice that spoke. It sounded familiar but he still couldn’t place the voice. Another kick to the foot. “*****, I said wake up!” Luffy lifted himself up on his elbows and saw four legs standing in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and just stared in confusion. The haze was still present and he had no idea what was going on. He sat up and looked at the people in his apartment.
“Who the hell are you guys,” He asked as he continued to rub his eyes. Their faces were clearing up and they looked familiar, but he still couldn’t remember where he saw them before. They were both wearing white suits. One of them was a good looking black man; the other was kind of pasty white. They both stood there watching Luffy.
“Who are we?! We the Ghosts of Gangstas Past,” The white guy said.
“Ghosts of Gangsta’s past,” the other one asked as he turned to look at the first man, “When we get back up to Heaven, remind me to kick yo’ cracka ***.” He looked down at Luffy. “You don’t remember us? It’s Jean and Brian man! Yanno, Musketeer and Zulu. Can you believe this ****, the Luffy we grew up with would never wallow in self pity ‘cause some dumb ***** dumped his ***.”
“I hear ya Zulu; man’s become a major pussy. I miss The Viking. Dude woulda straight up kicked the **** outta that little cockbite who stole his woman, fucked the *****, and then told her to take a hike.”
“Gee you two always know how to cheer a man up,” Luffy sniped back, “The hell you two doing here, you’re dead.”
“We’re getting you back in the game ya pansy ***,” Brian announced. He held his hand down to Luffy.
“C’mon pal, look around you. Who’s the real you? This pathetic mess on the floor? Or Luffy ‘The Viking’ Andren? Who not even the Italian Mob wanted to mess with?” Luffy took the hand and pulled himself to his feet. He looked at both men and laughed like a maniac. He clasped both men on the shoulder. “Goddamn even dead, you two are still a pain in my ***.” He tied his hair back with his leather bracelet walked past them. “You got a point though. Time to be me again.”
“That’s our Viking,” they said in unison. They vanished quickly and the haze around Luffy’s vision went with them. He suddenly found himself sitting on the couch staring at the fireplace. He looked down at his hands and realized that all the photos in the apartment were now clutched in his fists. With a single motion, he threw them all in the crackling fire. He rose to his feet and headed to the guest bath. First the photos, now the garden. Tonight he would purge his past from his life. Tonight, The Viking would be reborn.