Just a random doodle from Notepad I whipped up yesterday when feverish. Being sick may suck, but also gets odd shit in my brain... besides bacteria, that is.
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"This isn't good, this isn't good, this isn't --"
Shinji Matou repeated this mantra obsessively as he ran into the night, well aware that his life depended on how fast he could run.
As he scampered down the streets of Fuyuki City, his mind couldn't help but go over the last few hours, and how it all went horribly wrong.
He had no idea what the mysterious cloaked man who had appeared into his life earlier the day had told - or done to - Sakura, to make her turn on him and have Rider nearly take his head off. Or rather, make it look like it. He was aware now that the Servant had just intended to scare him into fleeing the relative safety of the Matou household, not kill him - or he'd have been dead already by now.
That was when he ran into the other Servant, right outside his house - and into that Servant's Master.
If staring at the business end of Lancer's Gae Bolg hadn't been bad enough, his Master had downright chilled his spirit - those burning eyes behind the cold steel, the dominating sound of his voice, and above all, his mere presence being so oppressive his very soul sought to flee the man.
And flee he did.
As he rounded another corner, he looked up - and froze. Then, he desperately threw himself to the side, just at the same moment a bright ray of pure energy shot past the spot his head had been in moments ago.
"That's right. Flee, maggot. Flee before... Doom," came the metallic voice from the iron mask covering the man's face.
To his credit, Shinji tried. Getting up, he turned around and tried to flee again --
-- an attempt brutally cut short by another ray of energy shearing his legs off at the knee. With a strangled cry of agony, Shinji collapsed in a heap, burning pain lancing through his body.
As he struggled to crawl away, an armored foot came down mere millimeters from his left hand. Realizing his fate was now sealed, Shinji looked up at the figure of his executioner --
-- the man who had introduced himself as Victor von Doom mere hours before.
"A rat like you has no right to live. Even I have standards, and what you did to your own sister goes far below what even Doom finds tolerable," the grating, artificial voice came from the mask. Victor von Doom, Master of the Servant Lancer, raised his hand and pointed it at the doomed Matou boy, a faint glow beginning to build up in its palm.
"But worry not - your sister shall now serve a more worthy cause. A cause for which any man or woman should be honored to give their lives..."
As the glow intensified and grew, filling Shinji's world before the merciful darkness that ensued, the Latverian ruler's last words reached him.
"...the cause of Doom's absolute rule over Earth."
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yeah, it's a doodle written when I was feverish. Yeah, it's probably crap. Yeah, it's Doctor Doom as a Master in the Grail War, specifically as Lancer's Master.
Feel free to comment or throw out ideas. Being sick and all, I just might get something written for this if I get enough inspiration, cuz I have no idea where to go with this, honest.
EDIT: Oh, and the title is an obvious play between 'fate' and 'doom', which is really just an unpleasant version of fate, all things said.
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"This isn't good, this isn't good, this isn't --"
Shinji Matou repeated this mantra obsessively as he ran into the night, well aware that his life depended on how fast he could run.
As he scampered down the streets of Fuyuki City, his mind couldn't help but go over the last few hours, and how it all went horribly wrong.
He had no idea what the mysterious cloaked man who had appeared into his life earlier the day had told - or done to - Sakura, to make her turn on him and have Rider nearly take his head off. Or rather, make it look like it. He was aware now that the Servant had just intended to scare him into fleeing the relative safety of the Matou household, not kill him - or he'd have been dead already by now.
That was when he ran into the other Servant, right outside his house - and into that Servant's Master.
If staring at the business end of Lancer's Gae Bolg hadn't been bad enough, his Master had downright chilled his spirit - those burning eyes behind the cold steel, the dominating sound of his voice, and above all, his mere presence being so oppressive his very soul sought to flee the man.
And flee he did.
As he rounded another corner, he looked up - and froze. Then, he desperately threw himself to the side, just at the same moment a bright ray of pure energy shot past the spot his head had been in moments ago.
"That's right. Flee, maggot. Flee before... Doom," came the metallic voice from the iron mask covering the man's face.
To his credit, Shinji tried. Getting up, he turned around and tried to flee again --
-- an attempt brutally cut short by another ray of energy shearing his legs off at the knee. With a strangled cry of agony, Shinji collapsed in a heap, burning pain lancing through his body.
As he struggled to crawl away, an armored foot came down mere millimeters from his left hand. Realizing his fate was now sealed, Shinji looked up at the figure of his executioner --
-- the man who had introduced himself as Victor von Doom mere hours before.
"A rat like you has no right to live. Even I have standards, and what you did to your own sister goes far below what even Doom finds tolerable," the grating, artificial voice came from the mask. Victor von Doom, Master of the Servant Lancer, raised his hand and pointed it at the doomed Matou boy, a faint glow beginning to build up in its palm.
"But worry not - your sister shall now serve a more worthy cause. A cause for which any man or woman should be honored to give their lives..."
As the glow intensified and grew, filling Shinji's world before the merciful darkness that ensued, the Latverian ruler's last words reached him.
"...the cause of Doom's absolute rule over Earth."
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yeah, it's a doodle written when I was feverish. Yeah, it's probably crap. Yeah, it's Doctor Doom as a Master in the Grail War, specifically as Lancer's Master.
Feel free to comment or throw out ideas. Being sick and all, I just might get something written for this if I get enough inspiration, cuz I have no idea where to go with this, honest.
EDIT: Oh, and the title is an obvious play between 'fate' and 'doom', which is really just an unpleasant version of fate, all things said.