Training|Bane

Bane would simply stare at the wall in front of him, wondering what it would take for him to break it. At first he had simply sought to destroy it with his already given iron strength, yet he found that it would expend far more energy than he would have liked. It was simple enough to break a wall with his hands, but it would have been better to simply break it with a hand. It seemed amusing at first to contemplate the mindless destruction of a wall when his ambitions held him to a higher standard of destruction. There were things more interesting to burn than a wall, and it captivated him as to why he would see to it that such a thing would be destroyed. Bane then came to the conclusion that the wall was merely an obstacle, a blockage placed in him within his very mind, meant to oppress his opportunities for growth. It was here that he noticed that his strength was not limited by his physical abilities, but by his mental blockage. It was here and now that Bane realized that he was not all he could be simply because he had forgotten what it felt like to really be who he was. Bane was a warrior, not just a mindless advocate for destruction, but a man who truly enjoyed the experience of putting man against man, and steel against steel. For so long battle has become a simply child's game where anyone can simply push a button and kill a man, but Bane preferred the battle when it was his hand around another person's throat. The wall was something he had put up within his mind to protect himself from his own naivety, to force him to use his mind instead of his desires to win battles. Normally Bane would prefer to go charging head first in to a battle with not but his fists, and now in the days of modern warfare he would simply find himself killed. This wall, this mental blockage was placed here to protect him, but in doing so it also weakened him. So here he sat, upon a chair, staring at the physical manifestation of his weakness. However here, before the eyes of gods how would he find it within himself to destroy this self preservation mechanism and still keep his sanity? It was quite simple in all honestly, the answer being that Bane did not believe in Gods, that Bane was already madness so keeping something to protect him from it was a fools errand. In this Bane named himself a fool, and with mighty impudence he struck down his own limitations. With a fierce yell he would stand up from his chair and punch the thick wall with all the ferocity he could muster but to no avail. Bane, the incarnate of madness would hammer at the wall again and again and again until his heart was content but still to no avail. It seemed that despite all of his power, he was not able to bring down this measly wall. This fact infuriated him to the point of even further madness, so much so that he would grab the ends of his chair, and would hurl the thing against the wall, shattering it to a billion pieces. So now the muscled man was forced to stand instead of sitting, the irony being that he caused himself more misfortune than he was already doing. He would begin by taking a rag and rubbing his knuckles, cleaning the blood off of his hand before seeing to the cleaning up of the chair pieces. It was at his moment that he realized that perfect plan for the unleashing of his inner power. He knew that he had lost the thirst for personal combat years ago, and that the only way to regain it would to be do it again. Bane would leave the room and the wall and go to the nearest man and tell him what would be required, it was then that the man escorted Bane to the deepest parts of the establishment and lead him in to a rectangular room that had prison cells on all sides. In the center was a tile floor with a drain that had many blood stains around it. The people in the cells would go raving mad as Bane made his way to the center, practically frothing at the mouth as they put their gnarled hands against the bars and begged for their release. Bane had hurt every single one of these men before, and so their eyes filled with hatred upon seeing him yet again. There would be a room above this madness, and in this room they held control of a button that would release these hell hounds upon the keeper. A loud "aaaaaannn" and the bars would open, unleashing hell upon a man who needed no more excuses to destroy a man's spine, now he was simply being fed fodder, but what Bane didn't know is that these men had been injected with a drug similar to his own, but it was not as potent seeing as all of the drug was used on Bane. The mad men charged Bane, all at once, and in a flurry Bane would decimate the first five. One man would reach Bane first, finding his throat crushed by a palm thrust, the second would have his arm broken as Bane ducked under his punch, the third would find his knee dislocated as Bane sidestepped and kicked, the fourth backhanded, and the fifth headbutted. It was hours and hours of constant fighting, Bane losing count of how many men he had killed or otherwise destroyed from living properly. The only thing he could focus on was the fact that throughout every moment, throughout every strike and every contortion of his muscle fibers that he only felt joy. Blood and sweat, and his enemies tears were the sole comfort in this and for each blow given in received he felt himself increase in power. It would be about an hour before the bloody affair was ended, and around Bane would be a pile of writhing men whose bones lied scattered and their pride shuttered. They had been decimated by a greater man and had gotten nothing in return except to be used as pawns for his betterment. The weak were once again used a tools to fuel the ambitions of the strong. It was once again another reason for Bane to watch the world burn. He had become what he hated, and so it was only right that when his plan was done that he would burn with it. However for now he would live on so that his plan could come to fruition. Bane would step out of the Colosseum, stepping upon the bodies of wounded men. As he exited the room it would fill up with flames, burning the failures and reducing them to ashes due to the pathetic way they displayed the new drug, and plus they were all loose ends anyways. Bane would dust himself off, pleased with the work that was accomplished in the days training. He knew that these people, these scientists must burn when he was done, they knew too much about him, and their methods were quite cliche and boring. They deserved to burn before the rest of the world, but that would come later. First he would go back to the room he had assigned himself, and fetch another chair, and resume to stare at the wall. Bane had managed to beat down a majority of it yet there was still some resistance within himself. There was a final piece to the puzzle that senseless brutality would not solve. It required Bane to think about the reason behind his rejection, to think about why he was unable to gather his power in to a true method of destruction. He wondered what was inhibiting him and would soon come to realize that he had been slightly afraid of what he would become should he succumb further to the drug. He thought it madness at first that he should be afraid of becoming more of a monster than he already was, but he knew that still he longed to be a normal person just like everyone else. Normal in the sense that he was not so overly strong, but a part of him also realized that he liked it, he liked the power he held over normal men, the power to lift them up with a single arm and choke them to death. There was something enticing about it that he could not fathom at first, however he then remembered his humanity had been gone long ago. Bane was born a child of fire, born in the art of war, and bred for the singular purpose for the destruction of lives. Bane hated this weakness, this self pity, and in a blinding rage he would stand up once more from his chair. Instead of searching with his mind his anger would take control of him once more, and as he stood he would take each arm and ball the fist. He would reach back as far as he could, striking with improper form as he wailed away at the foundations of all his weakness, yelling like a madman as he did so. He would send this wall in to oblivion and upon finishing he would dust his shoulders off and exit the room. Soon enough Bane would exit the building, have set the place up to explode ages ago. It was only right that a place that knew about his abilities should go up in flames, only fitting that the place that gave birth to him would finally be destroyed for its crime against him. They used him, a child to do their bidding and now they would find that the same child no longer served them as they had believed. Bane left as their pawn, returned as a madman, and would leave a harbinger of destruction. The men would try to stop him, but they did not use guns, nor could they in the facility. So the only option was to try by hand, which was ultimately a foolish errand. So Bane would exit, hitting the detonation button and sending those that created him to their demise. The fiery pits of hell are all to kind for those that would choose to alter the work of a God, using humans as playthings Bane hoped that they would succumb to a worse fate than a mythical place. Bane would walk for a time in the desert when his ride would retrieve him, lifting him in to the air via helicopter where he would fly away to never be seen again for a time. A few months later rumors would arise that a man in a mask was on the move, destroying things on a whim and without reservation. The name that spread like wildfire was that of Bane, and soon all men came to fear it. The man was said to be an enigma, people knew of him, but never saw him and often wondered if he was simply a myth. Bane himself still trained, always seeking for new ways to improve hims strength and his methods. It was said that Bane simply killed men for the sport of it, capturing them and having them beaten to death at his own hand. There were more rumors that he transformed in to a demon servant of hell and devoured their souls, but regardless of the lies or the truths the only thing certain is that countless men were dying simply for the lust that one man had for the assertion of power. In the end Bane would end up killing over a thousand men to unlock the skills that he required for the destruction of the world, and without their "sacrifice" he would never have had the ability to call upon the strength of a thousand men. However all humans are greedy, and they will always want more than what they deserve. It is said that humans believe they are entitled to something simply because they are humans, yet Bane knows that to be false. He believes that he does not have to feel any sort of entitlements or claims for he can simply take what he wants rather than having to be given things by other people. Bane does not care for the needs of anyone, and only seeks destruction. He now has the strength to destroy a thousand men with a single punch, and would enjoy using it.

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