Danny Rand ☯ the Immortal Iron Fist (iron_fist) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-04-29 13:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron fist |
Who: Danny Rand
Where: Former School of Thunder, NYC
When: April 21rst, 2014 (Backdated)
What: Danny fights a creature bred to kill Iron Fists.
Rating: R
The sun was beginning to draw low in the sky, and Danny allowed himself to believe that he may have been mistaken about what he had read in the Book of the Iron Fist. It would certainly not be the first time that he had misinterpreted a piece of information, though it would be the first time that it turned out in his favor. He had been prepared to fight and die if need be, but the truth was that there was still a lot of life that he wanted to live, and experiences he wanted to have before it was all over. So that while he still sat in a lotus position atop the former School of Thunder in the garb of the Iron Fist, he allowed himself a momentary respite from his meditation to look up at a pair of birds flying through the sky.
And then, just as it happens in countless John Woo movies, the birds gave way to the rooftop door opening abruptly. Danny tensed, but relaxed when he saw Patrick Murphy, a social worker who had been affiliated with the school. It was a question as to why the man was here, but Danny thought little of it as he stood to greet the man.
“Hey, what’s up? Tyrone is not in trouble, is he?”
Patrick shook his head as he approached, a brief case swinging from one hand where he held it by the handle. ”Not Tyrone, no. But you, Daniel Rand-Kai.”
Danny flinched. It was one thing to guess his identity.. he was horrible at keeping it secret most of the time.. but almost no one called him by that full name outside of K’un-Lun. But he did not have any time to dwell on that, as Patrick came forward.
Two hours later, Danny was on the receiving end of the worst beating of his life. Even with Steel Pheonix, he had at least stood a fighting chance once he had been able to get over the trauma of fighting his father. But this? This could hardly be considered a contest at all. For it did not seem to matter if he used his fists, his elbows, his knees, or his feet. His own strength or the power of Shou-Lao. It was as though his adversary knew his next three moves before he did, no matter what fighting style he employed. No matter how hard he fought.
And in his desperation, Danny felt that he was going to die, though he was still too stubborn to resign himself to the idea just yet. Even though his arms felt like dead weight and he struggled to breath through the blood he was coughing up from his chest.
His only peace of mind in any of it was that he had realized the danger in time to clear the school and any bystanders from the path of what was to come. And while he did not particularly enjoy the thought of dying alone at the hands of some lizard headed warrior who seemed intent on ripping his heart from his chest, it was better with everyone else out of the way.
”There is no shame in this, Daniel Rand-Kai. No dishonor. You are and simply have always been a vehicle through which my master will enter K’un-Lun.”
His adversary was just behind him, he knew, but Danny crawled away defiant on his elbows and his forearms, trying to look through his one good eye for something that he could use to pull himself upright.
”If anything, you should be proud. Already you have lasted longer than the others. You have fought bravely and have proven your worth, but now it’s time for you to pass from this world.”
Danny reached blindly and toppled over a table, which caused his life to flash before him on the floor as pictures of those he cared about shattered free of their glass frames. Luke, Jessica, Dani… Misty, Colleen… Matt, Jeryn, Dinah, Shang-Chi...people he cared about, people he loved, people that… he was not ready to leave..
All through this contest, it had been his training that he had focused on, as well as the power granted to him as the Immortal Iron Fist but it was clear to him now that in this fight all of that did not count for anything, so that instead.. as he felt a hand close around his ankle, he thought not of the grant dragon but the people that were important to him.. and the anger he felt at the prospect of being separated from them before his time. An anger, a rage, he allowed to ebb and flow freely as he shed himself free of his usual discipline.
His adversary turned him over, but by then Danny was already trembling, not with fear but with fury as he sat up and began to swing wildly at his would be murderer. Not with the precise and fluid punches of a Kung-Fu master, but with the wild flailing of a madman. Punching, jabbing, head-butting and biting, hitting harder with each hit he landed spraying blood every which way along with the occasional tooth as he howled in all encompassing anger.
It was only when he realized in the back of his mind that he was no longer punching at the reptilian head, but the gore streaked mat below, that he finally relented, falling to his side.
As the darkness closed in upon him, he was not sure whether this was the best or worst birthday ever.