You Know That Feeling When You Feel Like Crap?

[Hakfu Song]

Worse then an Alcoholic Withdrawl

He felt energy enter him, and he blinked open for a while, but, he promptly fell asleep. Light rushed into his eyes, as he opened them, awakening to a white ceiling. Blinking painfully, he rested, waiting for the full conclusion of his. The battle. Well, obviously, he hadn't died, that was much was clear. Otherwise.. he wouldn't be in so much pain. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, but he coughed as he did so, tasting fresh blood.

Blood.

He licked around his mouth. There was an older layer of blood encrusted. Mixing in his saliva and swallowing, he used his tongue to remove what he could from what he would deem to be his messy mouth's interior. However, he couldn't see too well, just yet, and everything was blurry. Bah.. but, Leon having left, it must've been the Priest who brought him in here, what he felt to be the recovery wing, at his guess of logic.

"Priest.. thank you for your... honorable battle."

Not even sure if he was in the same room, but, he said it anyways, just to be safe. It was a good battle. He was just lacking more effective spells... a large reason to go the extra distance.

Slumping back his head into the pillow, he smacked his mouth a little, his eyes closed. This place was comfortable... ought to get beat up more often. Laugh, cough.

["The Priest"]

The Priest awoke, just in time to hear Hakfu's words. Without responding, he sat up, and a terrible pain shot through his entire body, causing the bandage on his leg to turn an even darker crimson. He was sure that the healers here had taken any poisons and toxin's from his body, but he did a self evaluation quickly.

The enamel in his fingernails was normal, no corrosive spots around his leg, and he didn't feel any stronger urges to kill. He looked about, and saw Hakfu directly next to him.

Turning in his bed, he leaned over, and looked at the young man. Although no external wounds, except for some major bruises to his torso, where The Priest had to dive and catch him, the boy seemed fine. But he was sure he must've had at least one fracture somewhere, and some internal bleeding.

The Priest laughed at the childs resilience, and the spoke, finally, almost a full 2 minutes after the young man had.

Rest, master Song. You deserve it...

It was indeed, honorable...

The Priest sat, his head in his hands, his hat removed and to the side, as a single tear-drop fell from his eyes.

[Hakfu Song]

A Tear Drop..

Hakfu didn't want to move. His whole body felt like crap.. not physically, but... bah. Fatigue, heavy fatigue. The lights from the ceiling sometimes seemingly faded, then came back into focus. The Priest's words were comforting, however. There was honor yet in these lands, on this school. How did the Priest come into contact with the Zerg, however? In truth... this was all very strange to him. But this thought was stayed, as, when he turned his head slightly, he thought he saw a tear go down his cheek.

Hakfu said nothing, not wanting to say anything that may possibly embaress the Priest. Instead, his eyes averted.. moving his left arm, he attempted to pat his side a little. There was pain in his side, that much was for certain. Hakfu, biting his tongue, just nodded to himself, his eyes closing.

"There are many other species, Priest. Overlord, the great transporting beast, with sight to see all... the heavy fighting ultralisks, whose huge tusks can tear even a tank asunder... mustualisks, which fling creatures to tear apart people by the masses... if you must dwell upon these magics, I will help you. As a summoner of the Protoss, it is just for one to study thine creature's own rivals. Pray so long as you never try to summon the Overmind.."

He gave another weak laugh, but ended up coughing and wincing, his ribs feeling as if it were on fire. A broken rib? Damn.

Sigh.

["The Priest"]

The Priest listened, the laughed, a pain rippling through his leg. He surely had shattered the bone, and then walked on it to the infirmary where he had carried Hakfu.

I've seen the Overmind. I know that I shouldn't ever try to, yet it seems that that is where my life is leading me.

And yet, Hakfu, you've but only scratched the surface of the lower beasts. The Hydralisks, who will pepper an enemy with poisonous spines. The Defilers, casting their plagues that have killed planets. The Queen's, infesting their enemies, and making them their puppets. And of coures, the Guardians and Devoureres, the elite Zerg of the sky...

Sadly, my summons and your summons shall never work together. They weren't bred for it, and it almost pains me to know that we are such good friends. Someday, I will banish the Zerg from this plain alltogether, and turn into a Protoss summoner. But for now, my plight needs them, and they shall be mine...

[Hakfu Song]

The Overmind

It was... pure evil. It was... perfect. A species that desired perfection, that had known perfection. It controlled the masses, it controlled armies, it was a single fleshy being. How could anyone who summoned it hope to control a controller? How could anyone hope to control a Master Controller? It was not just any cerebrate! The Overmind.. the overmind..

He kept his body still for a moment.

"All that you say is true. But to add, the Scourge, the suicidal winged beasts, and those who have been infested by the zerg, who share an equal suicidal fate. But ah.. for you, my Zerg Summoner, if it is truly the Overmind you desire... if you are so determined... then I have no choice."

He turned his head over, and smiled, if somewhat strangely.

"I will help you."

Starting to laugh, he stopped, clutching himself, a little. Ah, such a fight, such a fight..