Bam! Bam! Pow!
These sounds continued without stop as the craggy walls of various different solidity caved inwards from the brute power of two alternating cerulean fists. Simple punches beat upon the surfaces like jackhammers, while the air vessels of the body they belonged to trembled.
Amitha took heaving breaths, trapping all the air sixty centimeters from her steaming body into her normally dormant lungs, and tears fell down her face. She was mad at herself over the prospect of Bie being seriously harmed, as she had come to build the first genuine bond with him that she had felt in years.
Although there was no dispute in her mind that what Bie did was stupid, the responsibility fell on her for the neglect of the fact that Bie was but a Guide in the first stage of growth, a childe. She punched at her own psyche with the same ferocity she rained down the walls, rampaging whilst praying to the Mother of the Night that the boy would be okay. She felt like eating her tongue as her teeth clacked together from the sheer force she displayed, even going above the physical limitations of her already fearsome physique.
"F*ck. F*ck! F*CKING BREAK GODDAMNIT!!" A meter of solid steel crumbled into itself as it suffered an ever-increasing brunt force. Her bones started to smash up against each other, while the knuckles poked out of the fist.
It was soon that she was met with an overpowering smell and a tight room painted in orange. There were a couple massive piles of lupine bodies, some smashed to bits and some bisected horizontally or diagonally. In the middle of the two piles was a small form scrunched up into a ball, two hands joined tightly as they clasped a medieval bearded hand axe carved from stone that seemed to be cracking and repairing over and over.
To Amitha, the cracking weapon was enough to tell her that Bie was alive, and well enough to continue his normal antics. She took in the sight of orange pebbles that she presumed were weapon fragments cloaked in layers upon layers of drying blood.
She then disregarded the bodies and gazed worriedly at Bie, looking to see if any grievous injury settled on his body. She wiped away some of the clotting smudges of orange blood and pushed back his slightly waving hair as she surveyed his face, taking note of the relatively clean burlap duffel bag and the somewhat intact shirt he wore. Scars peeked through the holes, and it seemed as if his physique was in the process of transforming as she felt the muscles repositioning themselves in his apparent slumber.
Amitha sat by Bie's trembling body and watched over him like a mother hawk watching her roost. She dared not blink as she waited for him to wake up, already mentally forgiving the boy as he had survived. Still, she wondered what had come over him for him to depart from the obedience he had displayed over the time she knew him.
He was a mischievous lad, sure, but at most he would act up slightly whilst doing what he was told. She supposed she couldn't expect him to blindly follow what she said, sighing to herself as she wished she was a better teacher.
A smile drifted dreamily across Bie's face as Amitha patted his head.
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Bie woke up in the world existing in the realm between the depths of his mind fused with his own soul, his body scattering as it was composed of numerous specks of white dust. Interestingly, he did not wake up as what he came to know as the nexus of his Inner World, instead laying languidly on the bridge behind the effigy of the Smile of the Mountain. Somehow, he felt two separate urges that willed him to do something, creating a purpose that he felt like he had to achieve.
Bie looked up from the bridge to see a glimmering orb, that gave him a cold sensation as rays of energy seeped into his spirit body. He reached out to it, and it responded by circling around his hand before laying down on his palm. It became a hand that pushed itself onto Bie's fingers before becoming a sphere once again. One of the desires in Bie's mind faded, sensing that he could interact with the unresponsive orb no further.
Bie walked out of the Bridge and saw that the ladder only had one floating tube that remained unattached to the structure, taking note of the change and walking to the other Bridge. As he pushed pass the hands grasping a sewing needle, an illusory sewing needle appeared in his left hand while the faint imprint of the same hand axe his real body was holding bleakly flickered into life. Bie's footsteps quickly ran out of the Bridge, the hand axe disappearing gradually as he ran.
His hurried tread carried him to the Inkwell, where he cast the hand axe down. A geyser of surging black energy surged upwards with the power of a waterjet, as traces of dijon yellow started to show as it sprayed the liquid all over. The imprint of the axe remained weak, but stopped dispersing as it bathed in the Ink, rapidly thrown about by the surges until it reappeared back in Bie's right hand.
The last urge faded, and he was now free of any urgency. Bie looked around the gloomy world as he wasn't pushed out yet. It seemed he had a bit of time left, enough to explore the depths of the plane. He dragged his white dust feet across the mustard yellow floors, pushing deeper into the imperceptible depths.
As he progressed, the runic floor remained barren of any changes, and the atmosphere had not parted to reveal anything but more darkness. Interestingly, as he moved the white dust that composed his body shied away from his form and drew pictures in the air, showing faint outlines that resembled the few memories that he had.
One picture was a giant back headed by an expansive head of hair, and the chiseled muscles on the body poked against the sweater and slacks she was wearing, Bie smiled, feeling a warmth welling within him as he looked upon her.
"Aye aye, cap'n. Hehehe..." Bie brought his right arm up to his chest, balling his fist while holding it over his heart. He felt guilty for acting out of turn, but he also felt stronger. He was not satisfied, even though his happy expression didn't give it away.
As he stood there in silence, the words 'I'll be stronger, I'll live up to my potential, I'll make it so you can raise your head in pride,' repeated endlessly, bouncing off each other as his conviction became imprinted even further.
A small hum hit his ears as a visible wave of black dust pushed against his body, and the floating red thread looped around his physique as the two disturbances joined to pull him back to the center. The bond between the boy and the world grew even stronger as the white dust of the body started to dissipate, bringing him out of his Inner World.