Jesus the holy man back in the sattle - no idea

No idea whta the titled means but. . . another fanfic!!!

The bright orange sun was slowly setting and the Aqua Road ocean was getting calmer and calmer. The green mushrooms were slowly disappearing and monsters began to not spawn anymore. Less and less people were walking around. The music playing in the people’s houses was off and people began to head to bed. It was now nighttime in Perion but, not everyone was home.

Michael was a boy who stayed out late because he hated his mother and father and his brother really made Michael angry. He stayed out late to make his family worry about him and to make them mad.

“I’m going to go swimmin’ in the ocean for a little and then maybe go him.” Michael said to himself.

The little waves were enough to knock Michael off his feet. He swam under a few waves, getting the salty water up his nose, making him cough. While he was swimming in the ocean something gripped his ankles tight. Michael started to panic and squirm around, trying to break free.

“It’s probably just the riptide pulling me into the ocean.” Michael said calming down.

Then the thing grabbing onto his ankles was getting tighter and tighter and Michael started to worry.

“It can’t be. Is it Pianus?” Michael started said panicking.

The grip soon got tighter at the point where his ankles were going to shatter any minutes. Michael started to scream in agony. He heard his ankles crack and then tried to move his ankle around which he couldn’t anyway because of that thing grabbing onto him. Michael started to slowly go under the water. He couldn’t do anything he was hopeless. Michael then remembered he still had access to his hand and unsheathed his Doombringer.

“Die!” Michael screamed, swinging Doombringer as hard as he could down into the water.

Michael must’ve missed the monster because the water was now up to his chin, when a few seconds ago it was up to his chest. He was once again going to attempt to stop the thing. Michael held his breath and then put his face under the water, along with a few kunai knives in his hands. The salt burned his eyes and he couldn’t see. Michael’s hands loosened up, the kunai slowly floated up to the top of the water and he closed his eyes. He passed out.

“Sir, I got him.” said a sweet soothing voice.

“Good job. Now go heal him since he’s a bloody mess.” said a deep voice.

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ch 1

The thing took Michael to a different room than the one he was currently in. Michael was laying on the ground getting healed by whatever that thing was. Then he had gotten a needle injected into his upper right arm to make sure he was okay and for another reason.

Michael started to open his eyes a little. He then shut them again. Michael then realized he was somewhere else not home but, where? He tilted his head up to see if there was any people in front of him. Michael was shocked by what he had seen.

“What are you? A ghost?” Michael said shaking.

“No, I’m an angel.” said the soothing voice.

“Yeah right! No, really what are you?” Michael said calming down with a smirk on his face thinking that the angel was joking.

“I’m an angel.” said the angel.

“Is that really true?” Michael said staring at the bright yellow glowing thing.

“Yes,” it replied.

Michael pulled out a few shuriken “You broke my ankles so I’ll break your face. I just want to get out of here right now.” he said with a slight grin on his face.

Michael just had some left over throwing stars left in his bag and he had lost his weapons to fight with. He put his other hand in the bag pulling out some mokbi. Michael jumped up and threw the throwing stars at the angel.

“If you kill me I will become an angel again. It’s just like this. If you kill an angel the angel has an angel which is me.” the angel said.

“Is there a way of beating you then? If there is I’ll find a way. No stupid angel is going to ruin my life.” Michael said.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you but, if you keep killing me I’ll just keep appearing. It’s impossible for you to win.” said the angel.

Michael jumped right in front of the angel punching it in the mouth. A white liquid squirted out of the angel.

“No more talking just fight! Got it? Oh and I’m supposing that liquid is blood?” Michael said cracking his knuckles.

“Yes, that was my blood. Alright no more talking just fight but, I will win.” the angel replied rubbing her mouth with her arm and also wiping the blood off.

Michael equipped his gloves called Juno. They war a tough warrior glove made in the one and only Oryssia Island.

Michael once again through another punch at the angel. It looked he had hit it but, it just went right through it. The angel giggled and then went behind Michael punching him in the back, causing him to cough up some blood.

Michael fell to his knees and put his hands on the ground gently. He had just lost his breathe. Michael was scared for a moment thinking he was going to die from the punch.

“How can I die from just a punch.” Michael said to himself chuckling a little.

The angel came up to him punching him again in the chest this time. Michael lost his breathe again and took a while for him to be able to breathe again.

Michael thought, “Maybe if I throw some mokbi and shuriken and killed the angel I would have time to escape.”

Michael reached into his bag to take out the last of what he had of throwing stars. He had about two mokbi and five shuriken.

“Alright then if I kill it once each time I thr-. . . I have an idea.” Michael said thinking to himself.

He got up with all seven stars held in the palm of his right hand. Michael threw one at the angel’s leg. Michael had succeeded and hit the angel. It then fell down to its knees after another hit on the other leg by a shuriken. Michael just threw the last five at the angel’s arms. That put the angel in the state where it can’t do anything except talk.

The angel started to laugh and got back up on it’s legs. It started healing itself. It’s wounds close and the throwing stars sunk in to the angel’s skin. Holes began to appear all over the angel’s body. They started launching the throwing stars Michael had threw just not to long ago. Michael got scratched by most of them and his skin split open.

“What the heck are you!?” Michael screamed, holding his biggest wounds, hoping it would stop the bleeding at least a little.

“NO TALKING REMEMBER?!” screamed the angel with a huge smile on it’s face.

The angel picked up his nearby old, dead body and then through it at Michael as hard as it could. The old throwing stars Michael had used to kill it scratched him opening up his skin some more. Then the body knocked him back and he hit his head on the wall causing it to bleed.

“I’m weak. I can‘t fight with out a weapon.” Michael mumbled.

The angel started to calm down then left the room with Michael in it. In the other room you heard,

“You what!?”

“Well, he attacked me!”

“So?”

“So I had to fight back!”

“Go heal him right now!”

“But. . .”

“Don’t give me but heal him.”

“WHY?! HE ATTACKED ME!”

“You know why. Now go heal him.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

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to be continued