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Friday, August 23, 2013

Insert Dramatic Rescue Here (part 2 of 3)

"Where do we think we are?" Stacey asked as she led the way around another bookshelf with her staff. "I mean, I know we're in this pretty damn big library, but where's the library in relation…to well, whatever this place is? I haven't seen a single window or sign of the outside since we went through that portal."

"Don't look me, I didn't bring a Triple-A Multiverse Map." Terrie said as she let her fingers wander across some of the tomes, none of them written in a language she could understand or even begin to guess.

Valerie slid past the pair, Ari flitting over her shoulder. "And my senses are still kind a funny-I can't really sense anyone besides us. And Ari can't slip between to get out of here. She says it's like there's nowhere to go to. Even other parts of this place are blocked…just where we've been and what we can see are open to us."

"Can't raise anyone on the Communicator, either." Danielle banged the device against a bookshelf in irritation, as if giving the device physical harm would suddenly cause it to shape up and stop displaying the static snow that had become the primetime hit on every channel. "Not even a single bar…"

"You know…" The empath suddenly had a thoughtful expression on her face as they rounded a corner and made their way down an alleyway of bookshelves. "That trap back in the mansion was triggered when Adrian said it was a trap and Runoa obviously set it up so that it'd be triggered by saying that cliché line…"

"Yeah, so?" Stacy had to gently pull the empath to the side a little to avoid a stand with a vase on it, so lost in thought the brunette was.

"I think that Runoa has set this whole base up or at least this section, using some clichés and probably most of them tied to video games. The reason my senses don't quite work and Ari can't move between except to where we've been is that we're dungeon-crawling. A lot of the dungeon is shrouded in 'darkness' and will be until we explore it. For all we know, she's littered keys to the doors under pots or set up some inane puzzle like crawling through an air duct to pull a lever that has no business being in an air duct to open a hatch in the ceiling that'll drop a boulder on a pressure plate that'll open the door."

The other three members of her team gave her dubious looks and it was Terrie who spoke up. "Why the hell would she do that? I mean, we've been walking for at least half an hour and not run into anyone or any locked doors or anything. It makes it sound she's giving us a chance, when we know she's ruthless enough that she'd just set a trap, lock us in a room or gas us or something."

"That's a possibility, too…" Val nodded and gave a frown. "Knowing her, she's probably set up so many layers of deception and false appearances to make it look what I described or maybe it is like that she set things up so that it'd look like she was setting it up so it wasn't.'

"She's probably just trying to make us over think." Danielle suggested. "She's always making plans that are as multi-layered as a double-decker sandwich and she knows we know that she does. If she keeps us guessing and trying to figure out what's she's doing, we're as good as paralyzed because we'll wind up being afraid to make a move for fear of setting a trap off."

"There is lot of merit to that, actually." Valerie agreed. "Still, I think we should stay on our guard and be pretty careful. There's no telling what she's planning for us."

"Or it could be that Lady Runoa simply has no plan for you, because eventually, all outcomes end at you becoming corpses."

The team tensed at the voice and readied their weapons, Seiryu hissing to life as its light illuminated some of the shadows the shelves cast. Emerging out of the darkness ahead of them was a tall man, dressed in slate-gray robes that matches his eyes and neatly cropped hair. He stood nearly a head taller than any of the girls and didn't break stride when he caught sight of their weapons.

Val tenses as the man's aura brushed against her own. "He's a Sovereign-class… we need to run!" But even as the four began to turn, he was flipping over them to land in their way. "Crap…"

The man dropped into a boxing stance. "I am the Sovereign Order. You are all going to die."

Danielle blinked and missed when he moved, his backhand catching her across the face and sending her flying into the darkness between shelves. Even as the others reacted, his foot lashed out and snapped straight through Stacey's staff like it wasn't even there, the blow to her stomach hurtling her off her feet and into a shelf. It teetered from the impact, Stacey dropping to the ground with a moan.

A blue arrow zipped over his shoulder then and he turned on his heel to see a full volley heading his way. Ignoring them, he started to advance on the empath, the arrows striking his form and simply shattering apart.

Val backed up and continued firing, the arrows striking the ground and exploding, kicking up dust and debris. Taking advantage of the few seconds that it bought, she began to charge up a shot... only for Order to simply appear in front of her, his hand casually gripping the arrow and shattering it with a simply flex. "You-"

"Enough." His other fist slammed into her face, throwing her back a half-dozen feet in a limp heap. "This is over."

"Not yet..." Valerie forced herself up, despite the blood leaking from her lips and nose, eyes remaining steadily focused on Order.

"You are outclassed, yet you continue to fight. The height of stupidity..." The Sovereign advanced a few more steps, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You look at me so firmly, without battle rage or bloodlust, as if beating me is something you can do through sheer force of will." His foot caught Val in the gut, hurling her back against the wall with ease. "Useless!"

Again, the empath got to her feet, her eyes fixed on them and this time, his own eyes widened at the sight of pity and compassion brimming in them. "How annoying!" He was suddenly in front of her, fist cocked back to punch her face out the other side of her skull.

But a slim fist slammed into his face instead, sending the Sovereign crashing to the ground. He came out of it in a controlled roll and snapped a glare up. "Who-" Then the only sight he had was a foot in front of him, which slammed into his side and sent him through a pair of bookshelves. Skidding to a stop, he jack-knifed to his feet only to find that the titanic shelves behind him were teetering and falling towards him, their contents spilling down at him like a tidal wave.

Paper and wood shredded as the Sovereign punched the air, the motion somehow unleashing a blast of razor-like air that tore clean through the shelves. Even as the pages fell like snow around him, he felt motion behind him and turned just in time to catch a heel to his head, snapping it around. This was swiftly followed by a punch to the gut that lifted him off his feet and they slammed their hands into chest, energy and flame roaring forth from the impact point and blasting Order down the room like a bullet from a gun and burying him under bookshelves and stone from debris.

"I forgot about you..." Order shouldered his way free of the rubble, the upper portion of his clothes gone and he was covered in dust, but displayed no other injury or sign that he'd been attacked. "The familiar..."

Soft light footsteps echoed throughout the room and he leapt up after the shadowed figure running and leaping across the shelf tops. "You will be the first to die."

The figure's only response was to whirl to face him, a pair of eyes flashing and then a dragon's roar filling the room.

OOO

"That stupid bastard!" Flame marked the path of Tash's sword as she sliced through a stone-like creature in a single blow. Continuing the motion, she used her blade like a baseball bat, smacking the top half into an advancing creature made of ice so hard that it shattered into fragments. "Where the hell does he get off doing that!"

Flash-stepping away from a gout of water that erupted from the floor, she reappeared behind the living wave of water that had driven it's hands into the floor and thrust her hand into it. It immediately try to flow around her and trap her in a bubble of water. But flames roared forth from her body and instantly turned the creature to vapor and steam. "Dead for nine months and then he goes off being stupidly heroic in less than day!"

A fireball slammed into her, but it was simply sucked into her sword and the leader whipped the weapon at the giant winged eyeball that had tried to toast her, skewering it and pinning it to ceiling. "It pisses me off! Stupid Adrian being so stupidly heroic and stupidly sexy and stupidly right and stupidly kitten! It's so STUPID!" A kick accompanied her shout that sent a creature with blades sprouting from its body hurtling into a wall, it's own form trapping it there.

She flew up and wrenched her sword free, flash-frying the eyeball monster in the process. "I'll tie him up and give him a lap dance and then I'll give one to Phoenixia while he watches and when he can't take anymore, I won't give him anything, not even a kiss, for a month!"

Michael, who was standing to the side alongside an equally dazed Claire and Miri at Tash's fighting, chose to open his mouth without really realizing what he was saying. "But... you guys do that kind of thing anyway and he always winds up seducing you... how is being sexy like really a punishment?"

A enlarged version of Tash's head, complete with fangs, flaming eyes and anger marks appeared in front of the three Agents, who were suddenly now chibis. "IT IS BECAUSE I SAY IT IS!" Her shout, having made the three other Society member's hair stand straight back, sent Micheal and Miri hiding scurrying behind Claire, trembling in fear.

"Scary Tash is scary..." Miri poked her head over Claire's shoulder, the three chibis wincing and 'eeking' as Tash ripped and smashed her way through the creatures, punctuated by the occasional roar of flame.

"Scarier than Slenderman, that's for sure..." Michael winced at the fighting and then yelped and ducked back behind Claire as a Tash's rambling and enraged shouting continued.

"Real brave, guys..." Claire sighed and shook her head at the pair, then squeaked in fear as a what looked like a piece of what had once been wood embbeded itself in the stone floor between her feet. "Who do I hide behind!"

Then a beeping caught her attention and she glanced up at her raised hand, where she had just remembered was the pinecone grenade that she had pulled out and armed when the creatures showed up. "ACKIES! It's going to blow!"

A orange blur swooped by her, the grenade vanishing and the three of them watched as Tash stuffed the device into another stone creature's mouth, kicking it into the far wall. An explosion rocked the hallway and when it cleared, there wasn't so much left of the creature as there was now a pile of pebbles.

"We have a door now!" Tash pointed at the new hole in the wall. "Let's go so I can find my man and beat his furry little brains in for being so stupidly cute!" Without waiting or explaining what she meant, she stomped through it, the other three scrambling to catch up.

The room they entered was cavernous to say the least, resembling the interior of a cathedral-all gothic arches and filled with shadows, the domed ceiling nearly lost in darkness above.

"This place is incredible..." Claire glanced around and then gave a gasp, pointing in front of them. "Look!"

At the far end of the room was a glass panel mounted about half up the wall...and visible through was Aster strapped to table, naked and her small body battered, bruised and bloodied. Wires had been poked her body and every seconds, they'd glow and the fae would convulse and writhe in agony, her mouth stretched in a scream that the group could not hear.

"ASTER!" Anger forgotten and replaced by righteous rage, Tash lead the charge as the four ran forwards, wings sprouting from her back. "We're coming."

"Not yet, you are not." A swirl of darkness below the glass peeled away to reveal a titanic throne with Runoa seated on it casually, resting her cheek on her hand. "You have to get through me, first."

"Sounds like fun!" Tash's blade leveled at Runoa even as Darkness flowed around Michael's form dangerously.

"Please. Two Leaders and two Agents against me in a straight up fight... you and Michael might survive, but the other two will be busy decorating my walls with their entrails." Runoa chuckled as the two Leaders lowered their weapons after a moment's hesitation. "I thought so..."

"But I'm pragmatic, not a monster." She smirked. "And it'll amuse me to have some fun, since I haven't done any fighting in a long time. So why don't we duel? If you win, I'll let you have your fae back."

Then she snapped her fingers and suddenly the hole in the wall repaired itself and a speaker was apparently on, as now Aster's agonized high-pitched screams were suddenly audible. "And you don't have a choice, do you? After all, I'm sure these screams aren't as enjoyable to you as they are me."

"You bitch!" Claire snapped out and the four of them rapidly produced Duel Disks. "We'll tear you apart!" All of them activated their disks.

Runoa, rather than activate a duel disk like the others, didn't even more from her throne. Rather, she swept her hand in a rather bored motion, and before her appeared five massive duel monsters cards.

"Let's duel!" Michael, Claire, Miri and Tash shouted.

"Yes, yes, let's duel," Runoa said. She snapped her fingers again and the screams were silent, but she looked mildly amused by the whole situation.

(Claire: 8000) - - - - (Miri: 8000) - - - - (Tash: 8000) - - - - (Michael: 8000) - - - - (Runoa: 8000)

"I'll go first, if you don't mind," Runoa said with a bored sweep of her hand. Another card appeared beside the other 5 cards. She pointed to one, and it flipped around. "I'll play Spellbook of the Pot. With this card, we all draw 3 cards."

Giving one another confused looks, the Society members drew three cards, while another 3 cards appeared beside Runoa's others. Then, pointing to three in particular, all three of them flipped around to reveal the same spell card.

"Now I play Fiends Sanctuary. I can summon three Metal Fiend Tokens to my side of the field in attack mode."

In front of her appeared three figures that seemed to be made out of metal beads. All of them merely floated there. (0/0 X 3)

"But don't worry, they're not going to stay much longer. I sacrifice all three of them for one of the heavy hitters in this deck."

All three of them were suddenly swept into a massive tornado of energy. The entire metal room began to shake as a new figure suddenly appeared directly in front of Runoa. Anyone who played the game knew the exact card that had appeared. As big as the throne room, with massive muscles and rocky, blue skin. The face was an eternal grimace of anger and pain. It released a roar of rage, its muscles flexing.

"I sacrifice all of them to summon… Obelisk the Tormentor."(4000/4000)

OOO

Energy warped and twisted a shotgun blast hit its head, but then snapped back into a cackling face who's voice was filled with a humming undercurrent.

Phoenixia cursed in a language that no human would recognize as she skipped back and then ducked to avoid the vaguely humanoid creature's whip-like arms. "Would you like to trade dance partners?"

"I don't see why we should." Adrian jumped the giant serpent of sand that smashed into where he had been standing, losing cohesion and collapsing in a pile. Even as it hit the ground, tentacles of sand sprouted up to ensnare him. The Librarian acrobatically twisted around them and then flung out a palm, a blast of chill wind from it instantly iced the creature over and left it immobilized. "You always told me you could take on any man you wanted and make him your plaything."

"It tends to work better when they're flesh and blood, m'love!" The russet haired woman rolled to avoid the lashing arms and came up in a run, stepping up the wall and then kicking off to flip over the creature. However, instead of turning around, it's body simply 'phased' through itself and it leered with another electrical cackle even as the shotgun barked twice, the blasts to either side of the creature's head.

A moment later, bits of debris caught the creature's attention and then it looked up in time to see a large portion of the ceiling give way and smash it flat, tendrils sparking and flailing, but the creature too flat to gather its mass enough to move.

Adrian nodded his approval as he walked over to it. "Nice to see you're actually good for something." He didn't flinch as a trio of bullets whizzed past his face, one of them making a kitty ear twitch. "Love you, too?"

Phoenixia casually lowered her pistol and gestured behind him. A glance over his shoulder revealed she had just slain a trio of pale humanoids, bullets between their eyes. A few twitches of their limbs revealed that they also had what looked like suckers all over their hands. "Oh... well, good shot."

"Thank you." Stepping up onto the rumble, she gestured to the hole above them. "Shall we? We aren't finding anything on this floor."

"Let's." The pair leapt up to the next floor, which was significantly darker than the previous on. "Hmm..." The Librarian held out a hand and muttered something, a small sphere of light appearing above his palm and then moving to hover a few feet in front and above him. "There, that should do it."

He suddenly gave a soft sigh of relaxation. "That feels nice..." A blink as he realized that his tail was being rubbed and he turned. "Phoenixia!"

"Yeah, what?" The buxom ex-hologram didn't stop rubbing his tail against her cheek. "Ooooh, this is soft! No wonder Tash likes petting it so much!" She give a little giggle as it twitched against her face and then pouted as it's owner yanked it away. "Hey!"

"Will you control yourself?" Smoothing down his fur, Adrian gave her a look. "Or I'll disable the portable projector and you'll have to wait out the mission in the Zord." Then he was going cross-eyed as Phoenixia leaned in and kissed his nose.

"Silly kitty." She patted him on the head and started down the hall, purposefully sashaying a bit and swaying her hips. "I'm all real now, Adrian. Flesh and blood and a certifiable sexy badass."

"You're certifiable, alright..." He muttered as he rolled his eyes and followed her. "Just not in the way you think you are..."

They walked for several minutes in silence and it was then Adrian noticed that Phoenixia had slowed her pace to walk beside him and had managed to lace her arm with his. "Yes?"

"Just making sure you don't run off and be stupidly heroic." She flashed a smile at him. "Tash would never forgive me and that would be bad."

"Pfft." An ear twitched. "What can she do to you? She's already immune to your charms."

"She can stop buying Lush products."

"Oh, no, whatever will you do without bath products and hair care items? What a disaster." Adrian said dryly.

"Ass." Her foot landed on his leg and he winced, hobbling a few steps, but both of them had smiles on their faces.

Another few minutes passed, then she gave a long look. "After this, Tash and I are going to have words with you."

"Don't get started with me." He gave her a frown as they walked. "I died doing my job and keeping people safe. That's what matters."

"What matters is that you broke your fucking promise!" she snapped back angrily and yanked them to a stop, squaring off to look him the eye. "You left me alone! You left Tash alone!"

"You both knew it was a possibility!" he snapped back. "I am a Librarian and a Counter Guardian! My whole job is nothing but life or death situations! And there isn't anyone else to do them and if I don't, then people die!"

"'The good of the many over the good of a few'" she snarked at him. "You always use that line! Well, what about our good? What about your good? You act like some a goddamn martyr sometimes and I know that you have reason to, but that doesn't mean that you have to be on the forefront all the time!"

"It's better that I take it all than the others! I might die, they will die!" He snarked back. "When you have the power no else does, it's lonely at the top because you draw lightning from all sides! If I don't use it, what good is it? What good am I?"

"What good are you...?" Disbelief coated her voice and then she slapped him across the face. "You fucking idiot! How dare you-"

Then his hand clamped over her mouth and raised a finger for silence. She glared, the look promising that their conversation wasn't over and they both could suddenly hear a pair of voices drifting down a corner of the hall, which was better lit than theirs. Adrian extinguished the their light and crept towards the corner, peering around it.

Then he leaned back to her and started moving them in sign language. Guards. Far end of the hall in front of door. Will see us instantly when we turn corner. Alarm near them.

She nodded and replied. Plan?

A small smirk. You do what you do best.

About three minutes later, the one of the guards nudged the other with butt of his rifle. "Hey. Check that out."

The other one glanced up from his phone and gave a slow whistle. "Ooooooh, baby..."

Phoenixia sauntered down the hall. Her Battle Dress' corset had been removed to display all of her cleavage and her curves jiggled a little as she moved, a sexy smirk on her face.

"Hey, boys." She stopped in front of them. "How's it going?"

Though both of them were more or less openly staring at her cleavage, one of them had the presence of mind to point his weapon at her. "It's going fine. But why are you here? I don't recognize you. And this is the restricted section, especially on the lockdown we're under."

"Oh, I'm new..." Phoenixia simply smiled suggestively at him and rolled her shoulders a bit, watching as their eyes zeroed in to her chest. "And I kinda got lost... I was given mission to a hentai fandom and then the alarms started and I tried to avoid the fighting and wound up here. Could you two big brave boys give me some help?" A suggestive eyebrow lift. "And perhaps some practice?"

The second guard grinned and chuckled. "Oh, sure, ma'am. We'll gladly help you. It what's we're here for."

"Thanks, boys. I-whoops, boot's untied." She bent over rather slowly and their eyes followed her, sure she'd pop out of her top...

And leaving them open for the white cat that had been cling to her back to leap off with a snarling hiss. Their heads flashed up just in time for them to see the cat turn back into Adrian, fist and foot smashing into their temples and dropping them like rocks.

"Works every time." Phoenixia straightened and casually kicked their bodies out of the way as Adrian opened the door. "Why didn't you just flash-step or blast them?"

"The corridor was too long for me to be sure I could hit them from around the corner and flash-step meant I'd risk being unable to stop myself in time." They entered the room and he grinned. "Hey, look. Something for you screw with."

"Weak joke." Punching him in the arm, she strolled up to the absolutely massive computer and it's dozen or so monitors in the back of the room. "But it does look promising." Sitting down in one of the chairs, her eyes gained a faraway look and began to flicker even as her fingers danced across the keys. A second later, the monitors sprang to life. "I'm in."

"That fast? Wow, I could still see your fingers move..." Adrian stepped up behind her and started looking over the monitors.

"I can use my mind too, love." A moment of silence as she processed what she was finding. "Looks like this is Runoa's base and she's home. And the things we've been fighting are Usurped-Sues and Stus that failed to survive the Immaculation process. And-wow, the process is amazing! I've never see anything like this-is that what I think it is? I-"

"Focus. Find Aster and disable any traps or shields or whatnot, including the barrier around the mansion. Then guide the others through this base if you can and do whatever you can to sabotage things. If you find anything useful, download it for later."

"On it." Her eyes flicked again as she punched in a key combination and then Adrian's communicator beeped. "There. That's a map to Aster. And..."

"Yeah, I know." The Librarian whirled, magic dancing around his fingertips as group of Usurped began to charge down the hall.

"You're going to encounter a lot of them... this whole place is littered with them."

"It wouldn't be fun otherwise." Then he flash-stepped out of sight and was suddenly in the group of Usurped, explosions and roars of pain filling the air.

OOO

Ben was the first to notice. As another stroke of his fingers against Bahamut sent another of the diamond creatures flying across the atrium, a heavy blow to his side sent him flying backwards and straight through the closed mansion door. He skidded to a halt, and as he heard Lily scream his name, and several people yell to see if he was okay, he realised just what was different.

"The barrier! Its down!"

"Back outside!" Marcus roared. Though not technically in charge (that honour was Harriet's), he was by far the loudest person there, and no one was going to argue – they needed more room to fight, and the atrium was so crammed with Runoa's twisted abominations that there was barely room to breathe. Battle weary, and injured, the Society ran for the newly freed exit.

"We need backup!" Aimee was yelling, struggling to stay out of the way of any danger, and tend to those who needed medical assistance. One of the creatures raised a fist above her head, and quickly went up in flames, as Willie rushed to her aid.

"I'm on it!" Jess yelled, bringing her communicator to her mouth as she caused another of the creatures to burst into flames. "Emily! Emily, we need you!"

She yelped and dropped the device as a blast of arctic wind extinguished her flames. She drew back as the ground beneath her feet froze, and she slipped ungracefully onto her ass as she tried to flee.

A man dressed in an icy blue that matched his hair, shook his head at her, snapping his fingers, and sending another wave of ice creeping along the floor.

"I don't even need to touch you to know that you are sinful..."

"Purity, be polite," a melodious voice chastised, as a slender form appeared behind him. She smiled peacefully at the group, and everyone's will to fight seemed to drain away in an instant. The woman was petite, but at the moment, she commanded everyone's attention.

"Who are you?" Harriet was thoughtful enough to ask through her sudden bout of pacifism. The woman smiled.

"I'm Harmony. And this is my good friend Purity."

She gestured gently to the man in blue, who had also fallen still at her presence.

"Well now..." Harmony clapped her hands together and beamed disarmingly. "We don't really need to fight about this...do we?"

OOO

The twigs gave a light snap, as the long thin silver barrel rose up another few centimetres. The eye squinted through the telescopic lens, and lips curved into a smirk. Beyond the little cross in her scope, a sleek, silver spacecraft was rising up from the forest clearing, and thanks to the magnifying effect of the lens, she had a clear view of the mop of brown hair sitting at the controls.

"Watch the birdie, little girl..."

Her finger squeezed the trigger...and her gun went spinning off into the trees, a boot now inches from her hands. She leaped back with lightning speed, and landed gracefully on both feet. As she lifted her head, she came face to face with a brown haired man, who's pinkish eyes watched her almost playfully.

"Hello Elegance...long time no see."

The Sovereign's eyes widened. "You?"

"Me?" Zero quipped, sword resting casually over one shoulder. "Unless you know any other incomplete copies of the Librarian...?"

He stopped to bring his sword up into a guard, as she vanished and reappeared inches from him, two vicious looking knives in both hands. Her surprise was gone, replaced instead with a blank mask.

"No talk. I will finish you here on Runoa's behalf."

"Aww... she's too lazy to come and deal with me herself?" Zero wiped away a fake tear. "She breaks my heart!"

His mirth vanished as she came at him again, as silent as a breeze, emerging from the darkness to strike at his throat. He parried, and dodged between the trees, hearing her light footsteps race after him in pursuit.

"I hope the Society know what they're doing..." he thought, wincing as he heard something large crash in the vicinity of the main entrance with a rumble that sent tremors running through the ground. "Then again...when do they ever know what they're doing?"

OOO

"Bloody computers..." Phoenixia muttered, her fingers flying across the computer keys. "Subpar search engine, and now a goddamn anti-virus…" Her muttering ceased as a successful beep from the computer indicated that another of the traps in the building had been disabled. But the anti-virus was in full swing now, and while it wasn't powerful enough to kick her out, it was making her brain feel sluggish.

"Come on...come on!" she was so close to throttling the computer, but she knew that wouldn't make the search engine run faster. Her eyes flashed across the screen at inhuman speed as she read the lines of binary. "Tell me where the rest of the traps are!"

"Aww! Is poor little Phoenixia getting stressed?"

The ex-hologram jumped violently, and almost fell out of her seat.

"Fuck off!" she snarled, her fingers slipping on the keyboard and causing several gross misspellings. "I do not have time to deal with you!"

"Rushing to save your lover?" the voice sneered. "He doesn't want you. Why do you think he left you here? He doesn't want you getting in his way."

"He left me here to destroy the traps!" Phoenixia growled, the ding of the computer disabling another trap barely penetrating her mind. "And that's what I've done! I'm doing my job."

"Oh please! A five year old amputee could do what you're doing! You don't belong here Phoenixia. Your place is in his bed with your legs spread wide, and he knows it. You must be such a burden to him. Getting in his way. Demanding that you help even though you're useless..."

"Shut up..." the woman growled, pressing her sweating hands against the side of her head. "Just shut up!"

"Do you think he's going to die here again?" the voice mused, laughing cruelly as Phoenixia drew her breath in sharply. "Ooo that would be so ironic, and tragically cliché. Do you think that Runoa bitch will snap his spine? Rip his limbs off one by one? Or maybe cut his throat and leave him to drown in his ownblood... gurgling and spluttering his last breath..." The voice dissolved into a breathy moan. "Or maybe... you'll get in the way again..."

"No..." her voice was weak now.

"...Oh yes...you would march in, gun flying...maybe blow his pretty little head off accidentally. You're a crap enough shot. One slip of the finger and there goes Adrian's brains! All over the wall!"

The wicked voice seemed to descend into hysterical giggles at the thought, and Phoenixia screwed up her eyes against the image of her lover dying...blown to pieces by Incandescent Silverreign...

"Never!" her fists slammed into the desk, sending a pot of pencils over on its side. "Never!"

The voice dropped to a low parting whisper.

"Never say 'never' Phoenixia..."

OOO

"Really now," Runoa said as she rubbed her eyes. "You're facing down one of the Egyptian God cards, you're all down past you're original scores, and I can flatten anything you can summon."

(Claire: 2800) - - - - (Miri: 2000) - - - - (Tash: 4400) - - - - (Michael: 1700) - - - - (Runoa: 8000)

Indeed, it did not look good for the Society members. Claire only had a Gellenduo, two fairies that simply floated there in defense mode, floating about each other with only a facedown between them and Claire. Miri had Elemental Hero Flame Wingman, one of her favorite cards, a mish-mash of two other heroes, the metal dog, Wroughtweiler, and a facedown card. Michael had his own cards, the Children of Horus, Yalaks, a metallic, emerald buzzard and Gyeth, a smaller, lead colored crow, and two facedowns of his own. Tash had her Phoenix cards, Phoenix Warrior, a heavy set warrior with golden armor and a massive axe, and Phoenix Scribe, a smaller, thinner looking Spellcaster with thick glasses, a tome in his right hand, and a phoenix helmet atop his head, with a facedown of her own.

"You have no chance of winning, you know," she said, "All you're good for right now is target practice, and not even good ones at that. So I'll just end my turn then, and let Obelisk rest for a bit."

Obelisk was of course still there, scowling at the much smaller monsters that dared challenge it.

Miri took a deep breath. Come on Miri, there's gotta be something you can do… don't just sit there like a lug, do something!

And she drew her card, which she grinned at. "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about! I'll start my turn by playing Fusion Recovery!" The spell appeared on the field. "This lets me take a monster I've fused already, and a Polymerization in my graveyard and add them to my hand!'

She took the aforementioned spell card, and the monster, Elemental Hero Avian, back to her hand and showed it to the opponent.

"Now I'll play E-Emergency Call, letting me add a low level hero card from my deck to my hand, and I'll do so with Sparkman!"

She added the monster to her hand from her deck, and immediately slapped her spell card, Polymerization into her disk after adding it. "Now I'll play Polymerization, to bring out MY heavy hitter! I fuse Elemental Hero Sparkman, and Flame Wingman…"

Both monsters appeared on the field and flew up into the air, combining into a bright orb of light, floating down further onto the field. There, it began to take form. It was humanoid, for sure, wearing bright, silver and platinum armor around its body, massive shining wings behind it, and a ray beam on its left armor. (2500/2100)

"Elemental Hero Shining Flare Wingman!" Miri grinned and pointed at Runoa. "And let me tell you something, you lousy bitch! He gets 300 attack for every Elemental Hero in my graveyard, and last time I checked, there's just enough to beat your card!"

Indeed, glowing brighter and brighter, Sparkman, Flame Wingman, Burstinatrix, Bubbleman, Clayman, and Prisma all appeared before being absorbed into the bright form of Shining Flare Wingman. Gesturing, the hero glowed even brighter and pointed it's gun at Obelisk. (2500/2100) - (4300/2100)

Runoa narrowed her eyes and frowned a little bit as Miri shouted, "Elemental Hero Flare Wingman! Attack Obelisk the Tormentor with Shining Shoot!"

Shining Flare Wingman flew up into the air, his wings spreading out wide behind her and flew down, fist first towards Obelisk. The fist stuck the face of the monster, and a bright explosion followed. Obelisk roared loudly through the blindness. As the light cleared, there was nothing left but a smoldering crater on Runoas field. Looking up, Runoa saw the Elemental Hero was now standing directly in front of her.

"Now that he destroyed your monster, he deals you damage equal to his attack!" He began to glow brighter again, "I hope you have your sun block!"

Runoa winced a little bit as the light got too much, even for her, and she had to hold a hand up to block it. "Hm…" She said, frowning.

(Claire: 2800) - - - - (Miri: 2000) - - - - (Tash: 4400) - - - - (Michael: 1700) - - - - (Runoa: 3700)

The damage done, Flare Wingman floated back over to Miri's side. "All right, Miri!" Claire said, clapping her hands.

"Good job, Miri!" Tash said with a happy grin on his face.

"Eh, I've seen better," Michael teased. Miri answered by socking him in the arm, walking back over to her field. "Ow…can't I joke now a days?"

"You know…" Runoa said as she stood up a little straighter, compared to how she was simply slacking over the rest of the duel. "I was going to at least give you a fighting chance. But now, you've made me mad. And it's my turn." She drew her card.

She gestured to her facedown, saying, "I play my facedown card, Metal Reflect Slime."

The trap card suddenly flipped face up, and a rather interesting looking creature appeared. It looked like a mace, made entirely out of reflective slime. (0/3000)

"See this, brat?" She asked Miri, showing her a spell. "I have a Polymerization too, and I plan on using it as well."

The spell appeared again, and this time beside Metal Reflect Slime appeared a slime with a grimace of pain around its face. "I'll fuse together my Metal Reflect Slime, and Revival Jam in order to summon my Egyptian God Slime."

Both monsters, rather than fly into the air, quickly melded together in front of the five duelists. It shaped itself and somehow grew larger and larger in front of them, quickly forming into something just as big as Obelisk.

Hell, at first glance it looked like it WAS Obelisk. But rather than tall and strong looking, it was clear and wobbly, made entirely out of slime. (3000/3000)

"You may be wondering why I would bother to summon this," She said, glaring at them all. "Well shut up and let me finish. I'll play Monster Reborn."

The entire room began to shake and rumble again, and once more, from the ground, Obelisk rose beside the exact copy of his own, glaring down at them all. (4000/4000)

"Now then, I can summon my next god, do you know why? Because Egytpian God Slime, for all intents and purposes, counts as two tributes when it comes to tributing. So I'll tribute both of them!"

Both of the massive, monolithic creatures quickly vanished from view as the entire room exploded into light, even brighter than Shining Flare Wingman, a massive, glowing golden orb that merely floated there.

Runoa sighed a little bit and rubbed her eyes. "Right, right, of course." She cleared her throat and shouted, "Great beast of the sky, please hear my cry! Transform thyself from orb of light and bring me victory in this fight. Envelope the desert in your glow and cast your rage upon my foe! Unlock the powers from deep within so that together we may win! Appear in this shadow game as I call your name, The Winged Dragon of Ra!"

The orb began to glow even brighter, and finally the room was, once again, erupted in a bright light. When the light vanished, a much larger creature appeared in front of them, causing the Society Agents to take a cautious step back.

The creature was the massive Winged Dragon of Ra, a dragon that looked like it was made of golden metal, a fearsome look on its face, and bright red eyes. It released a shrieking roar at the duelists.

"And, as I'm sure you know, his attack is the same as the monsters used to tribute summon it. Making it quite a threat even now."

Ra growled again as its stats rose quickly to 7000/7000.

"I could destroy any of you right now, of course…but you…" She looked directly at Miri, the smaller agent gulped heavily. "You have the gall to strike me. So you're first." She pointed at her. "Ra, demolish her."

Ra inhaled deeply, and released a torrent of flames from its maw. The flames enveloped Shining Flare Wingman who released an agonized scream of pain before he exploded into pixels. The flames continued down towards Miri, and the smaller agent was quickly enveloped.

The screams echoed in the large metallic room as the others looked over to Miri, eyes wide in fear. When the flames dissipated, Miri stood there, her body and hair smoldering before she fell to her knees, gave one final whimper of pain and fell onto her stomach.

"MIRI!"

(Claire: 2800) - - - - (Miri: 0) - - - - (Tash: 4400) - - - - (Michael: 1700) - - - - (Runoa: 3700)

"I'll continue on with my turn, now that one of you little pests is out of the way," Runoa said, now leaning back in her seat again. "I'll use Ra's effect. By paying 1000 of my Life Points, I'm allowed to change him into his Phoenix Mode, and destroy one card on my opponents side of the field."

Looking over the opponents, her eyes locked on Claire. "Since I don't like that little shield there, I'll use his effect on those annoying little bastards. Ra, Phoenix Mode on Gellenduo!"

Ra roared again and fly into the air…somehow, the room expanded to fit the massive monster doing so, watching as it disappeared into the darkness. When he did appear, he was entirely covered in fire and divebombed Claire's side of the field. Gellenduo shattered, but Claire screamed as the flames struck her a little and she went flying back, skidding on her back and landed with a groan.

"CLAIRE!" Michael shouted in surprise. He rushed over to her and picked her up. "Babe, are you okay?"

"Yeah…" She coughed a little bit, shaking her head and dusting herself off. "Yeah, I'm fine babe, don't worry…"

"You bitch!" Michael shouted angrily, "You're climbing really high up my shit list!"

"Yes, that's to be expected. I did hurt your younger sibling, as well as your wife. So unless you'd like to prolong their suffering, perhaps we can move this along then? I'm getting rather bored."

"Oh, you're in for it now!" He helped Claire to her feet, wobbly though she may have been, and drew his card. "My turn! I play my trap card, Call of the Haunted, to revive Children of Horus – Bhoys!" In a swirl of light, a large, platinum falcon appeared with a loud cry. (2000/800)

"But they're not staying for much longer! I tribute all three of them for a heavy hitter of my own! I tribute Yalaks, Bhoys, and Gyeth…" The three armored avians shrieked and vanished at the same time, and in their place was a VERY impressively sized shadow. A massive black raven, covered entirely in metal, appeared with a massive crash, and a loud shriek. (3300/2700). "And summon Children of Horus – Sethros!"

"Yes, well, it may be large, and impressively attacked, I'm sure, but it's all in vain in terms of my Egyptian God Card. You simply won't be able to destroy him." Indeed, Ra roared again to showcase his might.

"Yeah, well in terms with my writing prowess, that's exactly what I intend to do! I play my trap, Heir of the Deity! Now with this card, I can inflict damage to myself equal to my Children of Horus' attack! But I'm sure you know how much Children work at this point, hm?"

"Yes, yes, they have the ability to absorb all burn damage and hurt me in some other form. So, what does your giant chicken do?"

"Don't call my monsters chickens!" He shouted, eye twitching.

Tash giggled. "Now he knows how I feel…"

"Simple! By absorbing the damage I would have taken, it's all absorbed into Sethros, and inflicted onto your monster! In other words, your monster loses 3300 Attack points!"

Sethros roared loudly, throwing his head back and shot a black beam of energy directly at Ra. The beam struck, and Ra limped over a little bit, snarling in anger as his attack fell to 3700.

"Even better, unlike the rest of the Children, I can use the effect more than once! In fact, I'll show you! I play Blazing Wings, allowing me to add another low level Children of Horus monster from my deck to my hand, at the cost of taking damage equal to it's attack!" he held up a copy of Children of Horus – Qlaus for her to see. "And it has 900 attack, making it just weak enough!"

Another blast of dark energy erupted from the beak of the massive crow, striking Ra and lowing it to 2800, now almost hunched over from the pain.

Michael pointed a hand forward, shouting, "Sethros, take down Ra with Nocturne Eruption!"

The crow released another shriek and fired a much larger beam of energy that struck the Sun God. Ra released another roar, this time of pain, exploded like shards of glass.

Runoa, however, didn't seem to mind the fact that his monster was just destroyed. Rather, she gestured, and her other facedown flipped face up. "I play my trap, God's Ritualistic Sacrifices. When my Divine-Beast monster is destroyed, all damage done to me is reduced to 0, and I get three Sacrificial Tokens to my side of the field."

Three puffs of smoke erupted on his side of the field, revealing three spirits with glowing red eyes. (0/0 X 3)

"Hm…' Michael said, narrowing his eyes. "Fine. I end my turn."

"I'll draw then," Runoa said, gesturing as another card appeared in front of her. "I'll play Card of Sanctity. This card allows all of us to draw until we have six cards in our hands."

The three remaining duelists drew until they held a hand, and six more card appeared in front of Runoa's hand.

"Perfect. Now I'll sacrifice all three of my tokens to summon my new beast."

A massive bolt of lightning shot down from the top of the room, incinerating the three tokens as the lightning seemed to take corporal form and wrap itself around Runoas throne. The new monster, a massive, winged dragon with a red hide and two mouths up near its face, releasing a low growl as both opened and released a breath of hot air from each mouth.

"And summon Slifer the Sky Dragon. I'm sure even you annoying little peons know how he works."

Indeed, the five remaining cards in her hand began to glow an shot energy up into the dragon, who released another roar of power. (5000/5000)

"Now then… you annoy me now," She said, looking over at Michael. "Slifer, kill him, or knock him out, or whatever."

The main mouth on Slifer opened, and a ball of crackling lightning suddenly appeared just in front of it. With an earth-shattering kaboom, the blast shot forward and struck Sethros, destroying the massive raven and blowing a hole through it. The beam continued on and struck Michael, causing the Gary Stu Gutter to scream in pain and fly backwards into the wall. With a groan, his body twitching, Michael fell onto his stomach, his body convulsing.

"MICHAEL!" Claire screamed, rushing over to her downed husband and knelt beside him. "Michael, Michael wake up!"

"And then there were three," Runoa cackled as the massive dragon released another roar, shaking the entire room as it did, "Perhaps you really should consider surrendering, if not to save yourself. Honestly, it'll be boring with just you two now."

"Piss off, you bitch!" Tash shouted. "Now you just got us mad! We're gonna kick your ass now!"

"And it's my turn! DRAW!" Claire shouted, with renewed vigor in her voice, drawing her card and looking down at it. "I play Shinato's Ark! By giving up Guardian Angel Joan…" She held up and showed her ace card, discarding it as a massive ark appeared, where cracks began to form, "I can Ritual Summon Shinato, King of a Higher Plane!"

The giant ship suddenly exploded into fragments of wood as only a single figure was left amongst the wreckage. It had blue skin like Obelisk, a peaceful, serene look on its face, six massive golden wings behind it, and a billowing dress that floated behind it. Its hands came together in a silent prayer. (3300/3000)

"I would be even a little worried, if not for Slifer's effect," Runoa declared, throwing a hand forward, "By reducing the attack of any monster you summon by 2000, making him even weaker!"

The second mouth of the massive, crimson dragon opened its second mouth, and a smaller blast of lightning shot out at the large fairy. The blast struck him, and he bent over a little, smoke rising from his massive figure. (1300/3000)

Claire completely ignored her and played another Spell card, screaming, "I play Angelic Choir! By removing a Fairy monster in my graveyard, Shinato gains that many attack!"

Guardian Angel Joan appeared behind Shinato, holding up a glowing orb and placing it gently into his body. Shinato rose to 4100 Attack points.

"Cute, really, but-"

"Yeah, we get it, he's not strong enough. But I have just the thing to fix that!" Tash shouted and pointed to her facedown. "Phoenix Charge! By tributing one Phoenix on my side of the field, one monster on the field gains ATK equal to his own! Even better, one monster on your side of the field is switched to defense mode!"
Phoenix Berserker erupted into flames and flew forward towards Shinato, enshrouding the body of the
monster in a brilliant aura of flames (6200/3000). Slifer did not move, however, but it was intended to show it was in defense mode.

"Shinato!" Claire shouted. "Destroy Slifer the Sky Dragon!"

Shinato held out both of his hands as nine glowing motes of light appeared, each carrying a Japanese sigil. He threw it forward at the massive dragon, striking him directly in the face and causing a massive eruption of energy to rip the dragon apart. Once more, Runoa did not seem pleased.

"And that means we won! Because when Shinato destroys a defense position monster, he deals damage to your Life Points equal to your monsters attack!"

Runoa winced a little bit as an aura of energy surrounded her body, grunting as her life points, indeed, fell to 0.

As the holograms faded and the knocked down duelists got up, she rose from her throne and dusted herself off. "Well, that was entertaining." A flash of silver light and she was suddenly wearing the massive armor of the Divine Dragoon. Yanking the huge sword free, she swept it through the air and the shockwave of the swing punched out a giant portion of a pillar. "Now let's get started, shall we?"

OOO

The corridor was deserted, and only the sounds of the distant generator could be heard this deep in the building. The end of the corridor held only a single heavy looking door, with a large lock. Flanking it, were two guards, dressed all in black, and clutching their weapons loosely in both hands.

The guard on the left sighed deeply, and stretched, bored. He felt something tickling his nose and he sneezed, and then sneezed again three times in succession, hard. The guard on the right looked him over to see if the sneeze fit was over.

"Bless you."

"Tanks." The guard's nose was immediately stuffed up.

A minute passed, in which the guard on the right could not help but notice his partner shifting uncomfortably. As he glanced quickly over, he was alarmed to see the other guard's skin turning a violent shade of pink.

He frowned. "Hey, are you all right?"

His partner started to scratch at his neck. "I don' kno..." The poor guy was so stuffed up that he couldn't quite pronounce his words. "I'm havin' a reaction to somethin'...but I'm only allergic ta cats..." He sniffled and shifted uncomfortably again.

Making up his mind, the guard on the right shouldered his gun and gripped the other man's shoulder. "Come on. You can't stay here like this. Let's see the boss about sending you home for the night..."

And ignoring his companion's complaints, he steered him off down the corridor.

Adrian stepped out of the shadows, one ear quirked to follow the guards passage down the hall. He snorted softly and shook his head, a wry grin on his face.

"That was the easiest infiltration I've ever done." He became thoughtful for a moment. "I wonder if I'll be able to do it again one day..."

Flicking his ears back towards the door, he hauled his leg back and kicked it open. His eyes opened wide at the sight.

A pair of pale eyes looked back at him, a small form chained and limp against the wall. A face bruised to the point it was nearly recognizable. A wing, bent and twisted, while the other looked like it was simply stuck to connection point, rather than correctly attached. Swollen and cracked lips parted, the action causing them to split open and bleed. "You... you... I knew you'd come..." A bloodstained smile even as the figure slumped in their bonds. "Knew... you'd... be the hero... to... save me..."

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Silence

The after effects of the whole ordeal were heavy on everyone, Tash especially. However, Michael was grieving in another sense. Michael didn't grieve or moan in Adrian's death. Adrian died a damned hero, and he was sure he didn't want people to mourn over his death. He knew him well enough to assume his reaction.
Michael was hurting in another way.

"Why won't you say anything?"

His voice was clear, straight, there was little to no emotion as he spoke to himself in the otherwise empty training room. Yes, since the whole ordeal, the Darkness had said nothing. It was like he wasn't there anymore, he couldn't hear his voice, he couldn't summon the darklings, use his powers… nothing. The Darkness had gone.

It was amazing to hear this from Michael, but… he felt… something.

"Why won't you say anything?"

Silence.

That was all he got answered with, since the whole ordeal. He knew that the whole Society was in shock. Adrian was gone, that was the main shock, the main blow that he didn't think they'd come back from. He had faith in everyone, they were never ones to let a loss as big as this one get them down.

Michael closed his eyes as the silence echoed back at him in the cavernous training room.

Claire wasn't with him, he had told her that Tash would need her more than he did, along with Miri. He'd put on his best grin when he told her that. He didn't want to show weakness in front of his lover. Weakness was not something to show right now. That wasn't a choice.

Michael shuddered a little bit, and grabbed his sword. He narrowed his eyes and charged towards the dummy in question, his teeth grit as he swung the blade…

He watched it get stuck in the middle of the dummy, and he growled, pulling away from it forcibly and stabbed the weapon in the ground. He shook his head a little bit.

He was alone right now.

And it hurt him.

"Out of all the times I want to talk to you, I get this?" he whispered gently to himself. "Out of all the times I WANT you to talk to me, this is what I get?"

Silence.

"It's not fair." He whispered softly. "Why…why can I not help anyone? Why am I so weak on my own?" He asked himself softly, looking down and gripped his clothing. His eyes shut tightly, and he looked up at the dummy he'd failed to slice in half mocking him, taunting him.

He lifted himself up again and glared at the dummy angrily, loathingly. He hated the dummy for some reason, he didn't know why. He screamed and angrily swung at it again. It didn't cut it in half again, rather reforming like they were made to do, taunting him, insulting him, mocking him.

Michael screamed and held a hand up, tempting himself to throw a darkness tentacle to rip the damn thing to shreds.

Nothing came.

Several seconds passed before Michael finally dropped to his knees again, shaking.

"You're really gone, aren't you?"

Silence.

Michael gripped a fist tightly against the floor he was kneeling against, his eyes closing tightly. His breathing turned shaky, and it hit him.

The Darkness and Adrian were gone.

"I can't protect them, can I?" he asked softly to himself, his eyes widening. He couldn't even cut a training dummy into pieces. "I'm only going to let them all down…"

Silence.

"Without them… I'm…" He shook his head a little bit. "I'm… I'm completely defenseless…"

Silence.

"Why don't you say anything, you bastard?" He shouted to the emptiness of the room, to the parasite he WISHES were in his mind, his eyes closing tightly, his teeth gritting to the point of them cracking under the pressure.

Silence.

It was an amazing thought. Michael MISSED the Darkness. Despite the fact that the parasite had wanted him dead, wanted him to go insane, claim his body as his own and do his own wicked deeds with them, in the most horrid fashion…

The Darkness was one of his closest friends, it seemed.

"The one damn time I need you, and you leave me, both of you!"

Silence.

A part of him had been taken from him.

"Why don't you say something?"

Silence.

A part of him was gone forever.

"Say something, you bastard! Say something, COWARD!"

Silence.

A part of his soul was gone.

Michael was shaking a little bit, and he was breathing heavily, his hair dangled around him like a curtain.

"I can't do this without you guys… I need you… you make me strong… I can't… I can't do this without you…"

Silence.

"Please…"

He was crying.

Tears streamed down his face as he pressed his forehead to the ground, his chest shaking heavily.

"Say something…"

A choked sob.

"Anything…"

Silence.

"Please…"

Silence.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Look Into Madness

I have observed you for many years, since the beginning of time, to be precise.

In the shadows, I have watched.

In your mind, I have watched.

Through your eyes, I have watched.

And I must say…

I have not enjoyed what I have seen.

From the beginning of time, I have been amongst your kind. When the beasts known as the dinosaurs roamed the earth, I have been in the shadows, slinking around, biding my time, wishing to see how the evolution of this pathetic planet would take place.

And then the meteor came. And all life died.

But it was strange. From this came life. A being as myself had never seen anything even remotely like that. Quite a miracle, if I do say so myself. I watched as new beings grew. Referred to yet as humans. They were interesting beings. Fleshy skin, completely working vital organs, but sadly, they didn't have that much thinking ability.

I had finally found a host.

I had pulled myself into one of the many shambling, shuffling humans and was quite disappointed with what I found in his mind. Nothing. Quite possibly the most depressing thing I had experienced. Being in a body with no thought process yet to be discovered. I would wait it out, I'm quite patient.

I have watched them create the wheel, and I have watched them create fire. Slowly, evolution began again. And I saw what would be the ultimate downfall of man.

Weaponry.

Crude albeit at first, I saw them create dull, pointy sticks and use rocks to bludgeon their prey to not only protect themselves, but feed them.

And I knew upon looking at it, this would be one of the many downfalls mankind would soon deal with.

I refused to make myself known. Seeing a demon as myself to a being who just created a stick as a weapon would be exceptionally mind blowing. So I watched, and I waited.

And I waited.

And I waited.

There's a reason I'm quite patient, after all.

Evolution and progress took its course soon afterwards. I saw huts being made, and the humans taught themselves speech. Quite a remarkable feat, but still, it was in the creation process. I watched them have conversations with the worst grammar I had experienced. Sometimes I wondered how these things would survive as long as they did.

Progress took place.

The humans would evolve slowly, and they would stand straight up, and attempt at grooming and washing themselves. Thank god. It was getting horrible in here.

Evolution took place.

Hundreds and hundreds of years would pass, and humanity did grow quite impressively. However, as I went with my hosts kin, I would be transferred to their body, and kill my previous host. I must say, I wasn't above killing them, in fact, it was kind of a way to relive myself.

I was finding myself being bounced from host to host to host, eventually getting the start of things.

But then…

It happened.

The thoughts.

My lord, the THOUGHTS. I remember it so clearly.

My current host had wished for the heart of another female, but she was smitten with his brother. Humanity never truly had a soft spot in my heart, but I saw, through his eyes, he killed his brother in cold blood.

It was then for the first time in my life I had been stunned. I had seen humans kill others for protection or even in self defense. But to see a human kill his own brother, for the heart of another female…his own brother…

It would slowly get worse.

Slowly his sanity began to slip. He would begin killing others for the sheer sake of killing. All I did was watch through his eyes as his victims would scream for mercy before he struck them down…

I was passed through to his kin, and he died shortly after.

The thoughts didn't stop there. I felt it all.

Jealousy.

Anger.

Revenge.

Death.

Destruction.

Wanting power.

All of it from humanity.

The crimes would grow worse as time would go on. I watched every second of it. I watched the life flicker from their eyes. I would watch the last droplet of blood fall. I would watch life after life after life end.

This was the current ruler of the planet they had called Earth.

These murderous, sick, bastard creatures. They killed for power. They killed for evolution.

They killed for the love of the fact they killed.

Something snapped.

I couldn't take it anymore. Finally during one final battle in the midst of the war itself.

I lost it.

In the midst of the battle, I made my presence known.

I took my hosts body over as my own, and I slaughtered the lot of them. I didn't care if they were on the same side as me, the opposing side of me, or even if they were innocent bystanders.

I no longer cared.

My blades were caked in blood and gore, ripping apart a screaming individual before letting out my loud, echoing cackle. I allowed my host to take his body back.

He looked at the horror 'he' had committed. He was stunned and horrified.

I believe he was saying something along the lines of monsters shouldn't live. He placed the gun to the mouth.

I gently grabbed the gun, and whispered my first words to my host I had ever stated.

"You reap what you sow, human."

My host went insane, claimed the voices in his head would kill again. Of course, that didn't stop me. I needed to continue my legacy. I forced him to mate. I needed to live on.

He was a father soon, and he died soon as I went to my new body.

I found myself in the Estacado family line, and I found a suitable host. He was calm, cool and collected, and he would soon find my influence was far too great for him.

I enjoy my host's pain as I bounced from body to body. I enjoyed making them suffer.

They deserve it.

All you humans deserve it.

I waited as I finally found myself in the being known as Jackie. He was fun. I forced him to watch the love of his life get her brains get blown out. I watched how he cried in anguish. I relished in his pain.
And then he killed himself.

I couldn't have that, now could I?

I discovered my powers had grown quite a bit, I found I can keep my hope alive and travel with him to hell. Oh yes, this was the true fun.

He found himself over powering me, which was shocking, but then he pulled an act I must say I found absolutely enjoyable.

He went to the man who raised him as a child.

And completely destroyed him and his entire household, men, and everything.

He blew his brains out.

And he was mine.

But it was after that that I found the fun truly beginning.

I was taken into a foreign body, the one known as Michael.

He was an interesting specimen, if not a bit maniacal, using me to slaughter a smaller group of gang members into bits. I got my fill that battle.

But I hadn't broken my new body in, so I took him over, and forced him to attack his fellow team mates. It was fun watching his humanity scream for mercy as his friends were attacked.

I lost control again and was driven into his mind, stuck in for the long haul.

Over time, I grew to know the young human and his fellow companions. Some of which were amongst the oddest I had seen. Being around for several millennia, that's saying quite a bit. I watched them through his eyes, watching their every move, watching how they acted, watching how they lived.

His mate was the brown haired British female, whom he truly seemed to care for. His sisters were the other British female, and the younger female with the hair I was certain was a demon.

The white haired, half cat… thing is quite an interesting being. He's quite a good fighter. When Michael used me against him in the fight, he actually had the gall to save my life.

I suppose when the time comes, I should return the favor.

I must say, this time here has been out of the ordinary. I watched how these people risked their lives for people who wouldn't even remember their name.

Humanity was still doomed; these people would just suffer less.

I felt everything my own host felt when he was tortured by the being known as Alastor, fear, pain, everything.

Quite delicious.

However, I wouldn't let it linger.

If anyone was going to hurt my host, it would be me. Not some human copy cat who claims he can destroy my host.

These people have proven that despite how dark humanity may seem, there is still the shining light. The humans known as the Anti-Cliché and Mary Sue Elimination Society.

Honorable.

Dependable.

Brave.

I must admit. It's quite admirable.

I have observed you for many years, since the beginning of time, to be precise.

In the shadows, I have watched.

In your mind, I have watched.

Through your eyes, I have watched.

And I must say…

I have not enjoyed what I have seen.

Until then, humanity, I'll be waiting for your demise. And you have no one to blame but yourself.

Now if you'll excuse me…

My host seems to be content.

Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts…

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Insert Disasterous Final Battle Here

The library had never seen as much activity as it had since Emily had shown up. In fact, the very owner of the library seethed and tugged at his platinum blonde hair as the cute little girl hummed happily, currently holding a red crayon in her little right hand. To anyone else, this was adorable. To Adrian…

"See, I wouldn't mind it so much if she WASN'T DRAWING IN MY BOOK!"

"Oh calm down, she's just ten years old!" Tash whispered up at her boyfriend.

"She. IS. DRAWING. IN. MY. BOOKS. IN. MY. LIBRARY." He emphasized, hitting his fist in his hand. "She is ruining my library!" He seethed and rubbed his temples. "I could mind the whole mural she drew the first day here. Even the fact she decided to paper mache out the files. You actually liked that. But when she violates my books—"

"Hey, Adrian, look, look at the shiny!" Claire exclaimed as she popped out of the doorway, holding a laser pointer and pointed it at the floor.

Adrian's attention went right to that, and he yowled, and jumped at it, very happy looking.

"Thanks Clairey…" Tash sighed in relief. "I'm running out of excuses to use for Adrian, and ear rubs only go so far…"

"Gasp! Ear rubs only go so far?" Claire asked in shock horror, slapping her cheek in surprise.

"I know!" She exclaimed. "But…" She sighed and walked over, rubbing Emily's head sweetly like an aunt would. "Meh, I just wish that people would give Emily a chance. She may have been a Sue but…she's better now."

"You can't blame people for not being used to her just yet," Miri said. "They've been dealing with Willowe and her siblings for a while… it'll take a while."

"Well can you blame them?" Claire asked. "I mean she's one of Willowe's sisters…."

Emily stopped drawing in the book for a mere moment to listen to the conversation the three older women were having. She pretended to color for the sake of sneaky listening.

"Not a lot of people are going to warm up to her." Claire continued. "Truth be told…I'm not so sure I trust her one hundred percent…"

Emily bit her lip gently.

"That may be true." Tash whispered. "But it's not fair for her, just because she's Willowe's sister…"

"We just need to keep a close eye on her is all," Miri said, "I mean… hm?"

All three girls looked up to see a small form running off down the library, her hand up by her eyes.

"Emily, wait!" Tash exclaimed. She dashed off after her, as did Claire and Miri behind her.

Adrian blinked as he stared up at the wall, tilting his head in curiosity. Where had the shiny little light gone…?



"We're getting some high readings in these fandoms," Marcus said calmly as he looked up at the large computer monitor which, indeed, showed quite a spike in Sue energies. "Someone may need to go in there and see what's up."

He looked behind him and sighed. "Eventually, I'll learn to stop talking to myself."

He gestured, and a plot hole appeared in front of him. He knew when it was his turn, and it was his turn to jump into the fray.

No sooner did the plot hole appear, than the figure of a small ten year old rushed right past him and into the portal. It closed behind him.

Marcus was left alone once again, blinking in confusion.



Emily didn't stop until she was deep in the forest of whatever fandom she had landed in and panted as she finally stopped. She was panting and looking around. Great, now she was lost. She leaned against the tree and curled up a bit. A small tear fell down her cheek. She pressed her forehead against her knee, and bit her lip.

A twig snapped off to the side of her.

She looked up, her eyes red and wet with tears. If it was something native to the fandom, she was in trouble. She held her breath and watched as a figure walked out of the darkness.

Her eyes widened at the sight.

Alastor smirked.

"Hey sis."



"If you're talking about the little ten year old blur that just shot past me…" Marcus said to a panting Claire, Tash and Miri, who had just asked the whereabouts of the small child. "I think she might have been the one who just ran into my portal…"

"She just ran through the portal?" Tash panted, grabbing her knees from the long run from one side of the library to the other. Claire was the first to regain her breath.

"Well, what fandom did she run into?" She asked.

"I'm not sure." Marcus said with a shrug. "I just set the portal to the location with the strongest ratings on the Sue/Stu level. If you want, I can probably reset the portal direction to take you right to where he landed…"

"Could you do that Marcus?" Tash asked. "We need to get her back, fast."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem." He turned around, and with a very fast key stroke, a glowing yellow portal appeared in front of the girls. "There ya go." He said. "Good luck grabbing her, get any trouble and just call me."

"Got it." Claire said. "Thanks Marcus." And was the first to step in…

And a hand closed around her throat as soon as she landed. "Hello there gorgeous." Alastor grinned, a tied up, crying Emily behind him.



The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes to hours. And the boyfriends were absolutely worried sick.
"Why hasn't she called me yet," Michael whispered in worry, as he looked down at his two-way communicator he gave to Claire in just such an occasion. He was biting his lip, and whimpered.

For all you know, she's just laying in a ditch somewhere, the Stu having—

Michael, having enough of the Darkness' bull, grabbed the glow stick around his neck and jammed it into the snakes mouth, causing the parasite to screech in agony and slide back into his back.

Adrian was also extremely worried. "They would have called if something happened to them, right?" he asked his friend after a moment. "I'm sure they're just having fun in the fandom and didn't wanna be interrupted."

"That's probably it." He said with a nod.

A moment passed.

"I say we go double check."

"Right on the nose."



"You people really need to keep track of the things you lose." Marcus grumbled as he typed in the same key stroke as before, and the swirling portal appeared in front of the Gary Stu Gutter and the Librarian. "If you don't come back this time, I'm not sending someone after this. I rather like having someone in the library to clean up."

"Thanks for the support Marcus." Adrian rolled his eyes and stepped into the portal, followed by Michael.

The second they did step on the ground, however, they realized a trap was set a bit too late.

"Pitfalls." Michael said bluntly at the very bottom of the hand dug pit, staring at the wall with a look of disdain on his face. "These things went out of style when Team Rocket used them."

"Well, it's not a problem." Adrian said. "We can just climb to the top and deal with whatever dug this hole."

"I'll give you a hint!" grinned a very familiar looking face from the very top of the hole. "His name starts with an A, is extremely gorgeous, and kidnapped your little friends."

"Alastor!" Michael snarled, jumping to his feet. "Where the hell is Claire?"

"And Tash?" Alastor commented, jumping to his own feet.

"Oh, don't you worry, they're right here, safe and sound." He said, shrugging in a bored manner. He rolled over onto his stomach, staring down at them with a very catlike looking smirk on his face. "You've got nothing to worry about Mikey-Boy. A thing as perfect as YOUR girlfriend, I wouldn't consider hurting. She'd make a pretty little thing for my side when I end up taking over the world."

"You're not gonna touch her!" He shouted as his dark tentacle erupted from his back, and he began to scale the walls, Adrian close behind him as he rushed up the side.

Alastor jumped back as both boys erupted from the hole, Michael with his dark tentacles writhing behind him and Adrian with his sword out.

"I… I just gotta ask." Adrian began. "Was there any point to that pitfall?"

"Nah, that was left there by the original makers." Adrian said. "You guys just happened to hop into it."

"Who were the original makers?"

A large explosion was heard off in the distance.

"Ah!" Alastor laughed. "There they go now!"

"LOOKS LIKE TEAM ROCKET'S BLASTING OFF AGAIN!"

"Five points for me," Michael grumbled under his breath.

"Now then," Alastor held his hands out to the side, revealing a quartet of girls, three of which looked about ready to bite off Alastor's head and spit it out onto him again, and then maybe kick him around a few times. "I believe these lovely things belong to you?"

"It's not gonna be that easy, is it?" Michael asked, narrowing his eyes at his mortal enemy, all ready knowing the answer.

"Nope!"

And Alastor dashed over to him in a split second, basically slapping the speed of light in the face and laughing at it, and socked his enemy in the stomach. Michael gasped and grasped at his abdomen, when Alastor's knee went up and caught his enemy in the face, sending him reeling right back down the pitfall. "Dammit!" his shout echoed.

Alastor was also quick enough to grasp Adrian's blade with his hand before it could connect with his neck. Twisting the blade and twisting the librarians arm in the process, he threw a fist, in the intention to snap the warrior's arm…

Adrian twitched just enough to allow his arm further movement and threw a punch at his face. This one did connect, luckily, and let him release Adrian from his grip. With his sword in hand, he took another swing at the Stu, and did connect this time. It bounced off, however, much to the annoyance of him.

"Please, a sword hurt me?" Alastor asked, cracking his neck. "Gonna need to resort to hand to hand combat for this battle, book boy." He said, circling him slowly.

"Fine, how about footprint? Secret Librarian Art… BOOT TO THE HEAD!" And launched himself at his opponent…

Alastor moved out of the way at the last second…

And Adrian hit the climbing Michael, who had just gotten back up from the hole. Michael screamed another obscenity on the way down.

"Sorry Michael!" Adrian apologized down to his friend as his body hit with another thud.

"I hate you all!"

"Adrian, watch out!" Tash screamed from behind.

Adrian turned around just in time for Alastor to hit him… specifically, with a tree.

Adrian, crashing through several trees, hit the last one with a thud, and felt it snap in half, gawking at the smirking Alastor. "Did… did you just hit me with a TREE?"

"I'm past subtlety my friend," Alastor said, throwing the tree off to the side, hitting Michael, knocking him down the hole again ("DAMMIT!"), and began to walk down the path to his next victim…

"Hey, soulless, dark and evil!"

He looked to the side just in time to see Claire, growling and baring her teeth, deliver a kick to the face of Alastor, causing the Stu to reel backwards and grip his now cut mouth.

"That's what you get for all the hell you did for my baby!" She shouted, her right eye twitching. "And for even thinking I'll be a "pretty little" ANYTHING with you!"

"Go baby!" Michael shouted from the hole, which he began to climb once again, without the aid of the Darkness, who had gotten tired of being used like that.

Claire, who had also cut Tash and Miri free, smirked as she crossed her arms, her arm blades materializing over them. "Now then," She said. "I believe you were about to get slammed around for a little bit?"

"Then by all means!" Alastor held his hands up in an invitation. "Slam away, but be warned, I may like it."

Shuddering, Claire ran forward and began to slice at Adrian's exposed body, cutting away his clothing in an attempt to get at his skin. He blocked one particular blow to his face, and jumped into the air, kicking at her. She grunted and went flying back, hitting a tree, coughing as the air was knocked from her. She jumped back into the fray, her arm blades swinging and flashing.

Miri, wanting to see if she could jump in with a sneak attack, shot out from behind one of the trees, her staff in hand and aimed her blow for the back of Alastor's head.

Sadly, like all good Stu's, he sensed it coming and not only turned around to block it, he twisted it out of her grip, hit her in the stomach, knocked Claire away, fended off a blow from an attacking duo of Adrian and Tash, and flicked it over his shoulder, hitting Michael in the forehead and sending him back down the pitfall.

"Come on!" Alastor grinned. "Even four of the Society members BEST can't even take me on?"

"I'm still here!" Michael grunted from the hole.

"You're in a hole, you don't count." He pointed out.

"Awww…"

"So, I was thinking." Alastor said, tilting his head to the side and put his hands behind him. "I may wanna level the playing field a little bit…and what better way than this?" He pulled out a swirling, chaotic looking pill, the size of a ping pong ball.

"What is that?" Tash asked.

"Oh, it's kinda like your little gadget, a Crossover, but much, much more powerful. Yours can only fuse two fandoms together… mine can do as many I want, no limitations in the least."

All four pairs of eyes opened wide.

"So… I was thinking… how about we make it fun, and let ALL the fandom's come here for a little get together?"

"Alastor, don't!" Claire shouted. "That could have catastrophic consequences!"

"I know! Should be LOADS of fun!" And threw the pill to the ground. It exploded.

And the universe exploded in and out of itself, entities that were never meant to be ballooned into existence before evaporating into whatever sickening dimension the creature came from. Colors that were never meant to be, and shall never be swarmed over the inhabitants of the battle, turning them into a horrific, mind blowing rainbow. The ground exploded, reformed, melted, solidified, and ultimate morphed back into some chaotic stepping stone pattern, before they all fit together. The color scheme went upside down, random natural disasters erupted around the landscape, from tornados, to volcanoes, to tidal waves, to somehow extreme drought. Chaos ruled for the moment, and it was giggling with excitement.

"Yes!" Alastor cackled, his voice as high pitched as a chipmunk. "The very throes of the universe are coming together at the seams, universes that were never meant to be are forced to fuse! Enemies meeting enemies, heroes meeting heroes, and it's all MY DOING!"

"Whoa!" Adrian screamed, his voice as deep and low pitched as anything ever made. "I think he's gone insane!"

"What on earth was your first clue!" Claire shouted, her voice a very thick, Russian accent to it. She blushed, and grasped her throat. "Oh god, my voice!"

"At least you don't sound like freaking Guilamon!" Miri shouted, her voice just that, exactly like that of the Abridged Version of Serenity Wheeler.

"Gniyas er'uoy tahw dnatsrednu nac uoy tsael ta!" Tash gibbered in backwards. "Elbissop neve siht si woh?"

"Almost there!" Alastor cackled in his adorable little chipmunk voice. "All the fandoms shall be ripe for the picking! All of the world shall be mine! MINE TO RULE! MINE… TO CONTROL!"

And just as everything started going even more insane… it stopped.

"Oh thank GOD," Claire gasped, her voice back to its melodious British accent.

"Thank god is right." Miri groaned, rubbing her voice slowly.

"Still trying to figure out how THAT worked." Tash whispered, grimacing.

"Um…guys?" Adrian gulped hard. "Look."

All three of the girls, in their little glee of having their voices back, looked up, and gasped.

The world had gone chaotic.

Off in the distance stood the imposing form of Hogwarts, which was only battling for views that were in the fact that the Duel Academy stood beside it, the bright colors colliding with the otherwise gothic image of Hogwarts. Pokemon off in the distance snarled and launched their respective attacks at otherwise innocent looking Digimon. The Black Pearl, which looked otherwise out of place in the midst of the land, which was parked beside what appeared to be a pink Big Ben. Ancient, Chinese dragons slide through the air in a very beautiful way, while what appeared to be Big Daddies walking through the sea through tubes that belonged to the underwater utopia of Raptune snaked through the air and the ground, while Fire Benders fended off the horrendous, insectile Blue, and losing. Characters that were never meant to meet met, characters that were never meant to fight fought, and frankly, the sight was worse than an Anime convention.

Claire, Adrian, Tash and Miri watched with shocked faces, their mouths hanging open in shock.

"Woo…hoo…" cried Michael as he walked up beside his girlfriend, panting hard, grabbing his legs, wanting to catch his breath. "Made…it…" he looked up at his girlfriend and friends. "So…what did I miss?"

He looked at the direction they were looking.

"…Oh."



"Okay." said Marcus as he looked around the chaotic location he had been teleported, along with the rest of his colleagues, "I don't know what happened, but we were all doing our own thing, and now we're in the middle of a massive fandom orgy."

"I say we all vote and blame Aster!" Drake shouted.

"Kyaa~… how did I do this?"

"For once, I don't think Aster did do this…" Willie mumbled under his breath.

"Once!"

"Okay everyone," Marcus called out. "we're gonna stick together as a group, and we're going to go try and find someone who knows what the hell happened."

"I'm still going for my blame on Aster."

SMACK!

"Ow! I was just kidding!"



The five of the Society members who KNEW what the hell was going on continued their onslaught on the Stu that began the chaotic fandom battle arena. Their attacks so far proved rather ineffective, which didn't help the fact that the battles from around them were hurting them as much as Alastor was.

"How can we fight like this?" Adrian shouted in frustration. "I mean, we have Master Chief fighting Samus Aran right to the side of us! We don't exactly have a frigging plasma shield around us!"

"Yeah, we're not THAT lucky." Claire grumbled as she crossed her blades in front of her as she blocked a blow from the Stu and spun around, attempting to slice him to ribbons. Of course, he danced out of the way and backhanded a blow from Samus, which fired at Michael. He jumped to the side….

And back down the hole.

"I give up." He whimpered from down the hole.

Claire and Miri both charged at the Stu, arm blades and staff in hand. Claire came in first with both her arms coming down, trying to chop Alastor in half while Miri came from behind with her staff. Alastor managed to duck to the side, sweeping his feet from under Claire's legs so she fell forward faster. Her blades dug into the ground, and she found herself stuck. Miri put her staff on her back and tried to help her sister out of the ground.

Alastor, grinning at his handiwork, grabbed at seemingly nothing, and forged a sword out of the air. He lifted it up, preparing to cut both girls in half…

"Librarian Secret Art…."

"Oh no."

"BOOT TO THE HEAD!"

Schhh-FWUMP!

This time, it actually made a connection with the back of Alastor head and sent him skipping across the battle field, and down the hole, ironically.

"Ha!" Michael shouted, all ready halfway up the hole at this point. "Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Alastor flew past him and back up the hole. Michael sweatdropped. "Not fair…"

Alastor landed at the mouth of the hole, and smirked. "Well, I can't take out four of the highest agents of the Society…"

A ball of energy sparked to life to his hand, and he smirked. "So I think I'll just take you all out one at a time, starting with the one in the hole here!"

"Wait, what!" Michael shouted from the hole.

"Michael!" Claire shouted.

"Don't you touch—" Miri said, reaching behind her back and finding her staff missing. "Hey, my staff! Where's my staff?"

She looked behind her in time to see what appeared to be a bipedal raccoon sneaking off with her staff.

"HEY!" she screamed. "Give it back or I MAKE you give it back."

The raccoon stiffened and turned around, intent on trying to use his charm, and found himself staring into the eyes of something that could hurt him and giggle about it. He gave her the staff back quickly, and Sly Cooper, though defeated, ran off to steal something else. He saw something really shining, an orange ball with four red stars in them…maybe the black haired guy with them wouldn't notice him.

"Right then, moving on…" Alastor said slowly. "Either you get away from me, or your little friend falls down that hole and doesn't get back up."

Claire, Adrian, Tash and Miri grit their teeth and held their ground. One wrong move and they'd lose Michael.

"Hmm…actually, now that I think about it." He said. "I do hate Michael with a passion that can kill a million suns…" he pondered. "Ah well, let's kill him anyway!"

"No!" Claire shouted.

As he was about to fire the blast, something occurred to him. Something was coming….

And it came in the form of Kyle, his Omni Weapon in the form of a sword, and Willie, his black bladed, gem studded sword came from both sides and attempted to slice him from both sides. Jumping into the air, and barely avoiding the blows, he looked up and gasped, seeing Drake in his Dragon Armor. He punched the Stu, making sure it was fully charged with his blue, lightning like energy.

Alastor flew through the air, screaming in agony as he skipped across the battle field and against a rock. Before he had a chance to recuperate, his arm sleeves were pinned to the rock by Terrie's throwing knives. He gasped and struggled to free himself.

"No! I won't be defeated like this!" He shouted. "I was in control! My plan was perfect!"

"No plan is perfect, especially for a Stu like you!" Adrian shouted, as he walked up to him. "Now surrender and come with us quietly!"

Alastor looked back in forth in horror. His eyes back and forth, his heart racing.

And suddenly, he remembered something. A sinister grin crossed his lips, and he bared his teeth. "No, I don't believe I will. Because why would I need to surrender, when I have your strength?"

"What are you—" Adrian asked, narrowing his eyes, but gasped as Alastor looked directly into his eyes. The Stu's eyes flashed with a chaotic rainbow color, and Adrian took a step back in horror. He dropped his sword, and gripped his head, screaming in agony, grasping handfuls of his hair.

"Adrian!" Tash shrieked, racing forward but Miri and Claire stopped her.

Suddenly, something odd happened to Adrian. His body fluxed and shifted, until he was a shimmering humanoid shape of energy, before morphing into a ball of the same energy. Alastor opened his mouth, and the energy flew into his mouth and down his throat.

The Society agents gawked in horror, their eyes wide as Alastor grunted and broke the binds that held him to the rock.

"Well…" he chuckled, dusting himself off. "That was fun… I feel stronger…."

A devious smirk crossed his face.

"Let's see if I can feel stronger…"

And he let out an unholy howl, one that caused the very air around him to flux and shift. Everyone in the vicinity (and the world itself, horrifyingly enough) let out their own shrieks, and held their heads. Slowly, they too turned into energy…

Michael crawled out of the hole, just in time to see the woman he loved and his two sisters turn into pure energy. "NO!" He screamed as they all turned into balls, and suddenly, thousands of thousands of the energy orbs towards Alastors open mouth, which he swallowed each one of them happily. Michael was forced to watch as Alastor absorbed everyone from every fandom he could think of, along with the Society… his family…

Upon swallowing the last person, Alastor began to pant, and gripped his head. Such power! Such might! He felt he could do anything!

And with this power, he COULD!

And suddenly, he exploded.

Michael coughed heavily as the dust rose into the air and blanketed the ones filled battle field, using his sleeve to fan the debris from his face so he wouldn't breath anything in. When the debris cleared, Michael saw what was at the same time stunningly beautiful and vomit inducing horrible.

Alastor had changed entirely, now grown to a staggering thirty feet tall. His skin seemed to be made of pure energy but at the same time as solid as a rock. His muscles were bulging, and somehow (thankfully) his clothing had retained his shape, but there were several differences. From his back sprouted five sets of wings from every known kind of wing, from bird, to insect, from devil, to angel, all flapping slowly. Slithering darkness, fire, earth, water, light, air was seemingly concentrated on circling him like a small planet. His face…dear lord, his face, it was so perfect that at the exact same time it was horrifying, and Michael felt nauseated just looking at it. His eyes were glowing and erupting with pure, concentrated energy, but at the same time Michael could see every color possible in it, and it was enough to make a lesser person faint from the sheer brilliance of it.

"Now then," Alastor spoke up finally, his voice a combination of man, woman, child, elder and anything else he could have absorbed. "I believe you and me have a score to settle… now don't we?"



Emily whimpered a little bit and opened her eyes. She didn't know what was going on, all she remembered was being pushed out of the way just as her big brother began to attack everyone. She curled up a little when she heard nothing but silence after the dust settled. She realized that she was in a massive shadow, but wondered what exactly could have made a shadow that big.

Looking up from behind the rock she was hiding behind, her eyes widened in horror. Whatever that giant thing was… whatever it may have been, it felt familiar…like…

"Brother?" She whispered. Her eyes scanned the battle field, finding no one around except for that weird boy who had the darkness inside of him, standing in front of her brother. She continued to cower behind the rock as Michael, who looked horrified as ever, watched the giant lift a foot up into the air…



Michael, finally snapping out of his stupor, leapt out of the way just as the foot thundered past him and made the biggest hole the agent had ever seen in his life. Alastor, roaring in anger, reached down to grab him. Michael quickly thought for a moment and grabbed his sword, plunging the blade into the giant Stu's hand. Luckily, it pierced him and blood spewed from it. Alastor couldn't feel the pain, but he did pull his hand back to get the sword out, lest it pester him any further.

"How dare you! How dare you take my friends? I'll kill you!" Michael promised, his Darkness spiking up behind him.

"Psh," Alastor stated calmly. "The day I lose to you is the day I lose my perfection. Trust me, for now until I decide to crush you into a fine powder, you're a little bit more than a test dummy. A test dummy that screams when I hit it."

He threw the blade at Michael's feet, and the giant began to think.

"Let's see…which of your friend's abilities will do the most traumatizing damage to your psyche…"

He snapped his fingers, which sounded like a giant boulder crashing to the ground.

Michael narrowed his eyes. He was ready. No matter what power he used, there's no way—

"Librarian Secret Art…"

….Oh holy crap no.

"BOOT TO THE HEAD!"

SSSCH-BOOM!

A kick to his head, which in Alastor's case could have killed anyone else, sent Michael through the air, several hundred miles through the air, and flew right back where he just was. The kick was that strong.

"Oooh…that was GOOD." He grinned.

Michael, on the other hand, wondered when the elephant on parade would allow him to concentrate on the giant, rumbling demon of a Stu above him. When he finally came to his senses, he looked up him, his entire world blurry and his color sense completely opposite of what it use to be. He felt his head to make sure he didn't snap his neck, or his head wasn't caved in. Thankfully, neither was the occasion.

His vision cleared as he saw Alastor's hands moving around in complicated patterns. His following his hands was a stream of water.

"Scatterbrained though Aster may be, her powers are rather interesting, and in the right hands…" He gestured, and the stream turned into a blade made entirely out of ice, as big as he was. "Can be quite…fatal."

Michael grimaced and looked around. If you have any bright ideas, I'd love to hear them…

You'd be dead without me, I hope you realize.

Yes, yes, and I'll show you my appreciation later, just HELP ME!

Sigh…

As the Sword came down, Dark tentacles flew from his back and grabbed at the blade in the middle. Stopping only inches away from Michael's face, Darkness snapped the blade in the middle and, spinning it around to face Alastor, threw the otherwise frozen tip at it the giant uber-Stu.

Alastor tilted his upper body back to avoid the entire blade itself, and threw the now useless blade off to the side. He lifted a hand into the air, a ball of energy growing steadily in his grasp. Michael looked around swiftly, knowing that if he would continue his attack, he would sure become a smear on the ground. Then, he realized he was in Alastor's shadow.

Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he sank into the giant's shadow, just as beam struck down near to the Earth's core. Alastor frowned heavily and looked around. "Where the hell did you go…" he rumbled.

Michael popped up into another shadow, this one coming from a large boulder. Panting heavily, he grasping his chest and peeked around to see Alastor, with his back facing Michael. "Phew…that was close."

"I'll say…"

"GAH!" he cried, looking to the side to see, indeed, Emily. He blinked slowly. "Emily?" He asked in shock. "Emily! You're okay! You didn't get absorbed! Oh thank god!" he pulled her into a tight hug. "Wait, you're okay? How did you… god, that's not important right now! We need to get you out of here!"

"No, wait! I can help!" She whispered so her elder brother wouldn't hear the two of them. "I can help you at least distract him for a little while!"

"Emily, this is no time for games!" he whispered. "I don't even know how I'm gonna beat him, he's got the power of everyone out there! The whole Society, every fandom… Emily… I don't think we can win this one…"

Emily narrowed her eyes and pulled her hand away. "I'm tired of everyone treating me like a little kid, and talking behind my back or down to me just because I use to be a Sue! Despite what you and anyone else might think, I'm a member of this Society as much as you are, so I think some respect should be given all ready!"

Michael blinked a little bit, surprised by the outburst. He had to give her the benefit of the doubt, everyone deserved a chance, even a reformed Sue…he nodded. "Right, okay, fine, what's your idea?"

"Shoot this at him," Emily handed him a rather odd weapon, a strange, golden gun with a single, purple dot on the side, swollen to the size of a baseball near the butt of the gun, and narrowed like a mosquito mouth near the head.

Michael stared at the small contraption in question, tilting his head in curiosity. "What… is it?"

"New thing I designed," Emily stated as she wiped the dust from her shirt. "It's called a BLAM."

"A… Blam?" Michael asked.

"No, a BLAM, A Big Lipped Alligator Moment. A Big Lipped Alligator Moment is a point in a movie or a television show when something total freaking NUTS happens for no reason. It got it's name from the movie, All Dogs Go to Heaven, when for no reason, near the climax of the movie, the alligator about to eat the protagonist bursts into song. It's short, random, and no one discusses it ever again." She stood up to watch the smoke clear. "in other words, it puts the offending Sue into a small, forcefield like area they aren't allowed to break or leave until the BLAM they're in is over with. And it puts them in a random one, too."

"Eh…" he nodded and slipped it into the back of his pants, making sure he didn't put too much pressure on the thing, lest it go off in his back pocket. "Right, I'll use it when I really need to…"

Emily grinned and peeked over the rock, looking at her still confused brother. "So what's the plan now?" Emily asked, excitedly.

Two pairs of black arms grabbed Emily. The two Darklings, the gunner and the sledgehammer wielder lifted her off her feet, both grinned a little bit. The lightkiller Darkling was there… for… some reason.

"What we do now is get a safe distance between us."

"What?" Emily asked in shock. "But…I want to stay and help!"

"And here's why that's a bad idea." He said slowly. "He's giant, he's after you, I'm bigger than you, and I control a small legion of demons. You guys, get her out of here, keep her quiet, and protect her by all means necessary."

"Right boss!" The Sledgehammer wielder said with a nod, grinning. "Come on!" he scampered off with his brethren, holding the struggling Emily.

And so, Michael looked up at the giant, thundering stu…

And ran.



Ahhh, just what I expected of your kind. Your friends are in mortal danger, and you're the final hope they have…And you RUN. Truly, you are a role model of your kind.

"Shut up," Michael grunted. "I'm putting some distance between us so I can think of what to do. That's all."

Hm, your pounding heart beat says it all human. Your forehead is sweating, and the prominent feelings in your mind is fear…face it human, you'd have a better time just allowing him to have his way with you…

"Ignoring all the horrible sounding yaoi potential you just gave everyone…" He grumbled, barely feeling the earth shudder under his feet. "Of course I'm scared! I'm all alone and you're the farthest thing from a pep talk right now."

Hmph, well then, don't come to me when he decides to use you as a pin cushion for his own amusement… The Darkness mumbled a little bit. Then, all was silent.

He scowled and panted hard. He had a good head start. He needed to think of what he can do. What can I do? He asked himself. He's huge and has every power ever imaginable… and… well… I don't think he'd be one to kill me just yet… so…

His eyes widened.

I just need to let him do whatever he wants to me! I can trick him during then! Ew, more bad thoughts.
Now, all he needed to do is wait—

BOOM!

Oh there was no way this can end well.

He grit his teeth as the massive hand belonging to his oldest enemy scooped him up, and lifted him horribly high into the air. He was then thrust into the depths of the horrible chaotic looking multicolored orbs that were Alastor's eyes.

"Found ya."

"Yeah, shame your breath has too," Michael gagged, his complexion green. "Breath mints. You need them."

Alastors eyes flared every shade of red known to man and then some, which DID make Michael gag and come notoriously close to vomiting. He regained his composure, and he grinned. His eyes turned a calming tint of blue that sent Michael over the edge this time.

"Heh… this is quite perfect really," Alastor grinned. "I get to torture you and drive you totally bananas, but I get your girlfriend and your sisters to watch! I gotta say, being around all these very very fine girls is extremely…" he shuddered and Michael assumed his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Exciting…"

"…Holy CRAP," Michael said in shock. "You just jumped the frigging field to really strong to really frigging creepy."

"Heh…" Alastor chuckled. "You can try to act brave, but I will break you…in every sense of the word…when I get done with you, I'm gonna shatter your mind and paste it back together just so I can make it shatter again. I'm gonna fill your head with such horrifying visuals, I'm gonna make you into a twitching, whimpering little puddle of a mind. I'm gonna make you go through a million deaths and put you back together just so I can do it all over again. I'm gonna break every bone in your body, I'm going to kill you in the most graphic ways, but I'm gonna keep your brain around as long as I want it to be, so you can't die and make it so you can stop all the pain I'm going to inflict upon you…"

Michael didn't respond. He jumped a little, realizing he was being spoken to. "Hm? Oh, I'm sorry, I was looking into your planet sized mood rings and wonder how it worked…

And Alastor lost what little mind he had

With a scream of unbridled rage, he threw the agent to the ground, who skipped with a rather frightening crack of each thud of the ground. He gestured with a massive hand, and he floated into the air.

"I am the equal of a god, I can make you what I want, how I want, and…I can laugh about it."

The next four minutes were the worst of Michael's life.

His body changed structure each new second.

He was rock he was ice he was water he was dark he was light he was earth he was air he was metal he was slime he was wood he was plastic he was diamond he was cloth. His mind shattered and came back together then splintered and came back together. He saw fire and he saw darkness he saw the darkest pits of hell and he saw the golden gates of heaven he saw humans screaming as their skin melted he saw bombs erupting he saw the most horrifying demons ever to be considered cackling as they devoured people whole he saw man sized spiders he saw his friends his family burning in a pit and wondering why he didn't help them god please stop it he tried to help please don't let them die please don't let them die—

His soul was getting ripped out of his body and ripped apart by the shadows themselves the soulless eyes of the damned would stare at him forever destruction darkness a pair of red blood eyes staring at him at his soul his soul a mere plaything for the dark things of the underworld a dark hand from the shadows itself grabbing his head and crushing it within his girth the horrible whispers and shrieks and cackles of the horrible demons of the world as they watched him suffer horrible experiments the darkness grew a mind of his own and grew bored of him killing everyone the blood oh god the blood make it stop for the love of god make it stop it hurts so bad-

Oh god I'm sorry everyone I'm so sorry I thought I could help don't hurt them don't hurt them please for the love of god spare them they don't deserve anything please stop Claire Tash Miri Adrian Aster Valerie Willie Marcus Kyle oh god I'm sorry the voices the horrible shrieking damned voices of the dead whispering to me they won't stop why won't they stop oh god the voices my flesh is burning everything hurts please stop it I can't take it oh god everything hurts it hurt it hurts it HURTS SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME—

Darkness.



Alastor frowned heavily and gestured. Michaels heart and brain zapped back on, and with a gasping breath, his eyes wide as he looked into the rainbow colors.

"I'm far from done with you, boy…" He grinned. "I all ready have our next sequence!"

And so he raised his hand, and flexed. From the wrist, trailing up to his shoulders. To anyone else it would have such an effect, but on Michael, it did because it was his own girlfriend's weapons she used.

"I can't believe how you forgot about us and left us behind!" Alastor screamed. Michael paled.

It was Claire's voice. So that added a whole new level of mind fuck.

Michael screamed (Or tried, it game out more of a gargled grunt as blood spewed out) as the blade sliced across his stomach and dug a deep gouge into his flesh. "You left your own friends and family behind for your own selfish gain! How can you not help us?" Another slice, another gurgle, his blood churned from his mouth. "How could I ever love a coward like yourself…?"

Another slice, across the neck. Gurgling for air, blackness began to seep into the corner of his eyes…

And he was healed, and fixed entirely. Alastor was now holding a staff that belonged to his big sister.

"You would honestly abandon us for yourself," The demon said in Tash's voice. "You sicken me you disgusting little weak BASTARD!"

Thankfully, no magic came around this time, but just the feel of the staff bashing into the side of his head was enough to make him cry out.

"You don't deserve a place in the Society! You don't deserve ANYTHING! You're a weak, little, insignificant waste of SKIN!"

Another whap. He felt his skin crack a little. He could actually feel his brain swelling. How he hadn't gotten beheaded at this point was amazing.

"The only thing you deserve is a slow and painful DEATH!"

And suddenly, Alastor was a good ways behind Michael. He felt the distinct feel of getting struck at least six times, but he couldn't…

Wait, six? Oh no.

The outline of a burning, six pointed star surrounded him.

Michael barely had time to scream before the star collapsed and erupted around Michael is an impressive super nova. Michael screamed as his flesh burned and his clothes were evaporated.

He was fixed a second later.

From behind another staff clashed into the back of his head. The sight in his right eye went out, leaving half his vision in pitch darkness. The staff was back, but changed to his sister Miri's.

"You left us." No emotion in his younger sister's voice. "We needed your help and where were you?" Another slap to the knee. His knee broke on contact, and he screamed. Was his bone sticking from his leg? "You promised you wouldn't let anything happen to us. Why are you making us suffer, Aniki? What did we ever do except love you?"

Another slap to the head. His vision went. He was blind.

He was fixed a second later.

A sword pierced his stomach with a loud, echoing shriek from the Society's Stu hunter. Adrian's Hoshikuzu was sticking from his stomach. Michael felt numb. He felt nothing.

"I trusted you." Adrian's voice said quietly. "We were brothers in arms, and I expected you to fight to the end for us. We obviously don't matter enough to you."

The sword ripped from his side, and Michael's vision went dim. Was this happening? Blood was seeping from the massive cut in his stomach. Odd. He should be split in half.

"No wonder no one likes you, you scum," Adrian's voice sneered. "You deserve every little bit of this agony."
He was fine a second later.

He rose to his feet, but didn't know why he bothered. A thick thunk was heard, like a knife hitting wood. He lurched forward a little bit. There was a knife in his back. He looked back at it with dull, lifeless eyes. Odd.

Thunk.

An arrow accompanied the blade, and Michael fell to his knees. Alastor had a bow and arrow out.

"You always were an annoying little worm," Valerie's voice sounded out, "You haven't a clue how good this feels…"

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Arrow. Arrow. Blade. Blade. Arrow. Blade.

He was fine a second later.

Kyle's voice and Omniweapon cut into him. Willies voice and his sword wounded him. Asters voice and her magic made him cringe.

Michael lost his mind after everyone of his friends, his siblings, his FAMILY cut into him with their words. How they hated him. Disappointed in him. Wanted him dead.

And for the first time in ever, Michael felt alone.

And finally, he did the one thing he never did in his life.

He cried, sobbed, and begged for mercy, for the sweet, sweet, sweet release of death.

"Please!" he cried in agony as his body screamed in horrifying melodious agony. "Please, god, make it stop! I'll do anything! I just can't take the pain!"

Tears screamed down his all ready bloody face. He whimpered as Alastor picked him up.

"Please, god, just kill me! I can't take anymore! I don't wanna live like this!"

He hiccupped as Alastor peered closely at the writhing, broken human that caused him so much pain.

"Please… if… if you have any kind of soul or… or moral fiber… please… just… kill me…"

"…No."

And Michael screamed as Alastor crushed him in his hand.

"I'm going to do the final straw I'm sure will destroy you." He grinned darkly at him. "I'm gonna put you in my own little collection…and I'm gonna make you watch your friends scream in agony as I drain the life out of them SLOWLY…"

And Michael's body froze, and he turned into a beam of energy that Alastor swallowed.

Triumphant laughter echoed through the wastelands. Alastor tilted his head back.

He won.

The world was now his.



Or it would have been, had the Darkness, silent for the entire torture sequence, had enough of this remarkable amount of bullshit. As Michael was being dragged through the darkness that belonged to the inner workings of Alastor, small, white angelic beings with white, burning eyes, the Darkness howled and erupted around him. The small, Seraphim creatures shrieked as the burning darkness evaporated them into simple streaks of light. Michael landed with a thud, his body shrieking in agony, and tears pouring down his face.

"Make it stop… let them go… don't hurt them… I'm… so… sorry…"

Ugh, he's gone insane, bloody wonderful. The darkness sighed in his mind. Just keep an eye on him, this own't take but a second…

The snakes looked about the area, making sure nothing would sneak attack their master anytime soon. Suddenly, Michael gasped and looked about, sweat glistening on his forehead, looking around.

"Where…where am I?" he asked, only to be answered by his own echo.

It would seem as though your good friend Alastor decided to absorb you. Of course, we can't have that now can we?

"You… saved me?"

Don't get used to it, human, you're mine and mine alone to torture and break, I'm not going to give someone else the satisfaction of making you scream…

"Thanks… I think," He said, blinking slowly. "So… I think our best bet to where the others are would probably be in the head…"

And so he began to walk, looking around the odd looking insides of the Stu. Normally, he would have expected possibly something black, swirling, something horrible… but Alastor's insides…

"It feels like I'm walking through the Church of Notre Dame..."

Indeed, the entire area was clean cut, and for some reason there was a glowing light surrounding the two of them (The darkness did NOT approve.). Had they paid attention, Michael was sure he would hear some form of heavenly choir.

He rubbed his arms comfortingly. "This is really creepy, to be inside a person and yet inside the equivalent of a church…"

It burns, that's all I'm saying. Darkness seethed in his head.

"Well, we can't be far…we should be there soon."

THUMP.

"Why is there a door in the middle of a Stu's stomach?"

You're honestly asking after all that's happened? You're in the middle of a stu, whose insides look like the Vatican church, and the most you can ask is why there is a DOOR in front of you?

"Oh shut up, you know what I mean," he grumbled, grabbed the handle and walked in. His eyes widened. THIS place looked more along the lines of what the brain/cranium area should look like.

Except for, you know, the massive expanse of people being strung up by red, muscle like protrusions, a green energy seeping from them all and going into a large, tumor-like growth in the middle, which all the energy was going to.

And so, Michael and Darkness were staring at the literal hundreds of thousands of people that Alastor had absorbed, siphoning their energy in a slow and quite possibly painful manner.

"This is gonna take a while."



Alastor looked around the now barren landscape, a hand stroking at his seemingly marble smooth skin. He tilted his head in curiosity. Now then, he was kinda curious as to what to do now. Should he look for Emily and show her what happens when she betrays her big brother…

The second, should he create new life so he can just rule over it and crush it?

Yeah, that one sounds like it would be fun.

He began to do the one thing one lone sue should never be able to do: Make life. He began to sift his arms around, his eyes flashing with all the hideous colors…

When he screamed and grabbed his head. He dropped to his knees, gripping his head in pain. His eye was twitching, and another hard shot of agony went through his cranium.

"What… the… hell?" He screamed. This was one of the worst pains he had in… well, since he absorbed anyone. He tried using the powers he siphoned from Valerie to heal the horrible pain… but felt he couldn't. He couldn't access the power!

"What…?" He asked, blinking slowly. He concentrated, and using his amazing powers of… something, he could view inside of his head. Please. Just go with it.

He saw the image of Michael cutting down the people he had absorbed from his mind. His eyes flared in anger, and he roared to the heavens.

He knew what he needed to do.

Closing his eyes, he curled up in a meditative state.

He began to concentrate…



Valerie groaned a little bit and grasped at her head. "Oh… my head…" She whispered softly, shaking her head a little bit. "Michael…?" She looked up at the black clad Gary Stu hunter. "What… happened? Where are we?"

"Long story, we need to get you out of here." Michael said, pointing to a black portal he had created. "Here, go through there, that'll get you out of here. I'll be with you in a little bit."

"But… I want to help," she said, standing up a little bit straighter. She winced and grabbed her head.

"No," Michael said. "All that crap you lot just went through drained a lot out of you. I'd love to have you stick around and help me, I really would, but if Alastor finds out I'm in here…"

"Oh, I do, mate, I really do."

"Oh crap."

Both of them spun around to see Alastor, though he kept his appearance from the outside, he was now about the same size as Michael was. He had a look of silent rage in his eyes.

"Valerie…" Michael said slowly. "Get out of here… I'm gonna be sending a lot of people out after you… that are gonna need healing."

"But…" she began.

"I said go!" He pushed her towards the portal, as Alastor, with a chuckle, watched.

"Awww….trying to help your little friends?' he cooed in a baby voice. "That's so cute…"

"Yeah? Well guess what, I've all ready cut free more than half the people in here!" Michael said. "You should be feeling powerless at this point!"

"Actually, I've taken so much energy at this point, I have my own little secret vault of goodies should I need the extra boost."

"Yeah, of course you have!"

Michael grabbed his sword and prepared to charge down Alastor, should he need to…

Alastor, however, chuckled. "Ya know, I could whale on you a little bit, but I think a much better metaphor would be if I used your own family to whale on you… again."

And in a flash, he was surrounded by four colorless, emotionless looking copies of Claire, Tash, Miri and Adrian. Their eyes were emotionless and soulless, and completely gray.

"God dammit I hate you."

"Yeah, I know, but that's why I'm so lovable, no?"

And the four copies charged.



"Why's he just sitting there?"

"Looks like he's meditating…"

"That's kinda… weird."

"Wonder where Michael is?"

"Dunno. Probably got killed."

"Then why isn't he looking for us? Why is he just meditating?"

"Well he's probably just trying to go even more insane…"

"Would it be suicide if we tried to attack?"

"Dunno, why not go check yourself?"

Emily glared at the Darkling in question. She hit him in the back of the head, making him squeak and rub his head.

"It was just a suggestion…"

There was a brief silence.

"Hey, where'd the other two go?" Emily asked suddenly, looking around at that point.

"Who, my brothers?" The Darkling asked. "Yeah… ya know, that's a good question. Last I saw them, they were playing tic-tac-toe…"

"…You guys are so weird."

"Good thing we're just comic relief in this little world…"



Another sword slice to the gut, another arm blade slice to the face, another fire-eruption around him and another staff to the back of the head later, Michael was currently embedded in the squishy, wet wall that was Alastor's mind. "Oh, this is disgusting."

This just isn't your day, is it?

"You really have nothing better to say in this situation, do you?"

Not really.

"Cute little puppets, aren't they?" Alastor asked, walking over and wrapping an arm around the statue like Claire, who made no attempt to move or push away from him. "I gotta say, these came out really well! They follow orders well, they're as strong, or even stronger, than the counterparts, and I gotta say…" A leering eye went over to Adrian. "I even managed to catch out attractive they all are."

Despite being a robot, the Adrian clone sweatdropped and took a step away from him. It was THAT creepy.

"He's right," Michael mumbled. "I can't seem to catch a break here. Oh, if there's a miracle somewhere, anywhere, I'd love it."

"Hiya boss!"

Blinking, he looked to the side to see the Gunner Darkling, and the Sledgehammer wielding darkling.

"Eh…" his voice went down to a whisper. "What are you guys doing here? You were suppose to be guarding Emily!"

"We were!" The gunner darkling shouted. "But this idiot of a soldier over here went against his ranking officer! He actually had the gall to insult me the way he did!"

"We were playing tic-tac-toe, and I got the middle square before he wanted it."

"It's the principle of the matter!"

"Okay, okay, this is good, this is actually good." Michael said. "I need you guys to go about and cut down everyone you can get down and get them through that portal."

"Can do boss!" Both saluted, and scampered off.

"This is a bad idea, I just know it."

And so the battle continued.

Michael and flew backwards further into the wall as Claire slammed a foot into his stomach, causing him to bounce off. Landing with a dull thud, he rolled out of the way as Adrian would have jammed his blade into Michael's head. He hopped up, and grabbed his own sword and parried the blow from Adrian. With a low grunt, he threw him off and back handed the clown with the flat side of the sword. Finally, he lifted a foot and kicked him away, crying out as Miri slammed her staff into her older brothers back and brought him to his knees.

Claire and Tash both lifted their own weapons of choice and went for the head, intent on making it cave in or cutting it open. Luckily, the Darkness still wasn't pulling any bull crap, and shot out two tentacles, which wrapped around their ankles and flipped them into the air and away from him. He stood up quickly, the blow to his back still throbbing. He managed to dodge the next blow to his back from Miri by jumping ahead, but unfortunately, Adrian did manage to smack his legs from under him with the flat side of his sword. Falling to his stomach, the Darkness picked up the fight by grabbing Adrian by the throat with a tentacle, and slamming him into the approaching Tash.

He didn't let go, and continued to squeeze and slam him into the ground. Finally, bored with the little emotionless puppet, he threw him off into the distance against Alastor, who howled and threw him off.

The over the course of the time, the Darklings managed to fulfill their promise to their boss, and began to cut down the others down, thankfully with a blade that the gunner darkling carried around with him for just such an occasion. For cutting down/cutting up bodies… sure, let's go with that.

Each time the bodies were cut down and removed, Alastor would scream, and the entire room would twitch and flash like a bad electronic glitch. Finally, as the final blow between the four of them would be done, Claire vanished in a twitch. The statues, their eyes wide, white and soulless, looking at the spot their partner was just at in astonishment, and confusion.

Alastor blinked. "What?" he asked in surprise, looking over to see the Darklings letting down the unconscious brit. His eyes widened, and he went to go stop them…

When Michael leapt into the air and aimed a kick at the Stu's head. "Back off the psycho demons, mate." He grinned.

"So what? I still have more than enough fire power to get rid of you once and for all!"

Adrian vanished in a blip.

"Still more than enough!"

Tash vanished.

"….Eh…."

Finally, Miri.

"…Mercy?"

Michael grinned a little bit and cracked his knuckles a little.

"I've been waiting for this…"



"Is he shrinking?" Emily asked in surprise.

"Looks like it. Think he needs pills for that?" The Darkling asked innocently.

"…" Emily shot him a disgusted look.

"Oh it's a joke, relax…"



"Where are we?" Tash asked as she exited the portal, very, very dizzy right now. She needed to lean against the Darkling's sledgehammer to keep herself stable. "Are… we back at the library?"

"Looks like it," Miri said softly, looking around in concern. Everyone from the Society was back there, either unconscious or looking very dizzy and disorientated.

"Is everyone here?" Tash asked finally, looking around for Adrian. "Where's Adrian?"

"Right here," Adrian said, his eyelids opening up and down slowly to keep himself stable. It felt as though he had been drained of nearly all his energy. He almost felt over when Tash rushed over and clung to him.

Claire clutched her shirt, looking around. "Where's Michael?" She asked softly in worried horror.

"Aniki?" Miri shouted out into the groaning mess of society members. No answer from the member that was missing. "…Michael?"

"…Oh no." Claire whispered in worry.



Alastor screamed as Michael swung his sword into his stomach and cut into him deeply, making the stu throw him back with a small blast of energy, enough to make Michael fall over himself in a fashion similar to a backwards somersault. He held his hand over the cut, and healed it with a quick spell. With a grin, now fixed, he approached Michael, a ball of energy forming in his hand and a triumphant grin on his face, he prepared to fire it at him…

Darkness again jumped in again. He pushed his tentacles on the ground, forcing the currently limp form of his master into the air and avoiding the blast all together, instead burning a massive portion of the ground.

Alastor screamed again and gripped at his head, which Michael noticed as he lifted himself up to watch in confusion. He then realized where he was, and stabbed his sword into the fleshy ground, and he screamed louder, his eyes widening to the little mood ring like horror. He grabbed his head tightly in agony, as if he were having the worst headache. He fell to his knees, screaming bloody murder.

Michael panted a little and grabbed his sword, and started plunging it further and further into the soft mush of his opponents brain. More screams, and this time he struck blood. Finally, figuring he had done enough damage to make him think he could take care of him, he walked over to his opponent, his sword held high into the air, intent on cutting his head off.

Suddenly, Alastor's fist struck forward and caught him in the stomach. Michael gasped and gasped out in pain, kneeling down to grab his stomach. Alastor rose up and approached the staggering Michael.

"You can't win, human!" Alastor shouted as he grabbed Michael's face with his hand and lifted him a good foot off the ground. "I'm better than you in every sense! I'm faster, stronger, and just all around better than you! You can't hope to be me!"

"Get… off… me!" Michael shouted, his voice muffled by the glowing fist that belonged to the uber-Stu. Just barely grasping his sword, he managed one good swipe of his blade at his face.

Alastor screamed as the blade cut into his skin, and he took a step back, grasping onto his face in pain. No blood fell, no more screams after that one scream, and slowly his hand fell from his face.

Much to Michael's horror, the skin had begun to peel off his face. Rather than seeing a row of muscles and blood seeping from the blow, but… more skin.

The skin fell with a dull plop on the ground, and Michael's eyes widened.

Under Alastor's face…

Was Michael's face.

As he was dropped from the strong grip of his look-a-like, Michael scampered away in shock. His eyes were wide from behind his glasses, and he couldn't take his eyes off the perfect resemblance of him, the only differences were he wore no glasses, his skin was a little smoother and his hair was a little bit longer.

"Was hoping to keep this a secret a little bit longer," Alastor said with Michael's mouth, noticing the look of confusion on his opponents face. "But I suppose some things can't be held that much of a secret, even if they last more than a thirty page story, hm?"

"But… what?" Michael asked, very confused. "What the HELL is going on? How are you… ya know, me?"

"Oh, mate," The copy said with a small grin, "You think I'd go after you of all people in the society without any form of rhyme or reason? Oh mate, you've got a lot to learn…" He cackled and clapped his hands together, approaching his victim. "Perhaps you remember your story-your first story? When you had ME?"

"…I think so…"

Alastor smirked. "Wow. You really DID forget didn't you? Not surprising, based on how much has passed since that time, I'm not surprised you don't remember me. Ah yes, back when you were young and naïve, and not having a care in world, let alone how perfect you made your title character. And so, in the story, I was born. And I was what you hoped you would come out.

"And so the years passed, and my fic started getting little to no attention. You began to neglect my story in favor of other stories. I began to whittle away to almost nothingness. And then the ultimate clincher!

"You REPLACED me!

"You had the GALL to replace me! I was perfect and you replaced with someone flawed! Someone who had faults! Someone who wasn't me! And while some people got the comfort of the Vault of Abandoned Ideas, you had me abandoned in the pits of your story and I nearly starved and died!

"And then… I saw a white light… an escape!"

He grinned.

"And so I did… and I got my strength back… but I knew I couldn't come right at you… oh no… see, I found this handsome beast and took care of him… used my magic to make my face into his… there was never an Alastor… just me… and so…"

He grabbed a blade made of energy and smirked.

"I'm gonna make your life… the hell I went through…"



"Guys, we have some bad news," Marcus said from the computer as he typed something in. "When we got absorbed by Alastor, a good little portion of our energy got sucked out too, as did everyone else's whom he absorbed."

"So he's got some extra energy," Miri said slowly, "Aniki can still beat him…"

"Not exactly," Marcus said calmly, "He's absorbed enough energy to make a chaotic kind of bomb. All the conflicting energies and all the yin yang energy is nothing more than a massive, nuclear weapon." He said. "If Michael somehow disrupts this, Alastor, and the fandoms themselves, can, and will be destroyed."

Dead silence.



But of course, Michael obviously knew this, didn't he? Sword clashed with energy sword, nearly breaking Michael's sword into two with the sheer force of it. Alastor was still a far deal stronger than from all the backed up energy he took from everyone else, but by no means was Michael a push over. His brain began to wrack, thinking of what he could possibly do to weaken him, somehow, ANYWAY!

His eyes scanned over the area as he pushed Alastor away from him, holding his Blade up to keep Alastor from piercing him like a rotten tomato.

His eyes found the pulsating emerald green tumor like protrusion, and he thought if he got rid of THAT…

With a hard, grunting shove, he forced him away from him with a good shove, pushing him away with his tentacles for extra measures. Slinging his sword forward, he rushed towards the growth.

Alastor's brown eyes opened wide, and he lifted a hand up in horror. "NO!"

And so, with a cry, Michael plunged the sword into the growth.

There was a dead, dead, dead silence as the dull, throbbing sensation began to dwindle…

And suddenly the entire room the two of them were in was shaking and rumbling. The image that Michael had been fighting vanished after he grabbed his head and gave a shaky, flinching sounding scream. He evaporated a moment later.

Now, it was common sense that a room that happened to be shaking and rumbling was a bad place to be. So, conjuring another portal (And draining even MORE of his energy), he leapt through.



Tumbling out of the portal with a dull thud, Michael groaned and sat on his knees, holding his head, having accidently hit it on a rock, feeling a bump rising slowly. He turned his attention to his opponent, who was holding his head and grumbling and moaning in pain. He was taking steps back in pain, still giant and thundering but with a much but his powerful aura had diminished quite a bit.

And suddenly, the groaning and moaning stopped. And Alastor grinned. It was especially creepy for Michael, since Alastor took the form of his true form, that of Michael's face. And so essentially, he saw himself give that extremely devious grin that showed he knew something Michael didn't know.

"And so it begins," Alastor said, his voice completely devoid of any emotion. "And so it begins. Because of what you did," he laughed softly. "The energies in me just needed that one little spark. That one bit to finally set it off…"

"What are you…ow…talking about?" Michael asked, holding the throbbing bump on his forehead.

"Think of me as a million sticks of dynamite and you as the fuse. All those energies were nice and contained. But then you came in and messed all that up." He stood up and held his hands out. "I'm now the literal definition of a living nuclear bomb. In a few minutes, I'll go up with a blast big enough to not only take out the little world I made for myself, but you, and my punk little sister." He grinned. "Now won't that be fun. I'll die, but the revenge I'm looking for is finally within range…"

Michael looked up in shock. He realized he was serious, the conflicting energies he could feel inside of his head, but now on the outside, now actually churning felt like something along the lines of pure electricity around the two.

"I need to find Emily. I need to get her out of here," he said.

That's not going to work all that well Darkness told him in his head. There's no way we're going to be able to not only find Emily, lord knows where SHE may be, but make up enough energy to create a portal. Not only that, but you cannot risk him destroying the fandom's themselves, which, despite the fact it's a wonderful idea, would have a very negative effect on the universe.

"Then… what should I do?" Michael asked. "We wouldn't have a chance, and we can't risk him blowing up!"

You just need to take him out. I suppose.

"How?" he asked. "He's too big, and one wrong blast will set him off prematurely!"

Hmmm… perhaps… you can do what I'm thinking of?

"How?" Michael hissed. "I don't even have enough energy to make a portal to get out of here! There's no way I'll get enough energy to get before he blows!"

Then think of something dammit! I can't anymore! Find a way to distract him or something!

"Distract…?" he blinked and reached behind him. Feeling what he hoped to find, he grinned and pulled it out. He pulled out the BLAM, and let out a breath of release.

Michael lifted up the gun and pulled the trigger. A thin beam of purple light shot off with a rather unimpressive ZZIP! noise, and hit Alastor dead in the forehead. A resounding explosion not only blew Michael and Emily away, but managed to make the giant, uber-Stu stagger.

Michael coughed as he too was blown away, looking around and finding himself thankful that Alastor hadn't gone off at that rather violent eruption. He felt his body for a little bit, making sure there was nothing missing from his anatomy. He looked down at his hand, and saw his body, essentially, had become a white outline.
And suddenly Emily's voice filled his head.

"In other words, it puts the offending Sue into a small, force field like area they aren't allowed to break or leave until the BLAM they're in is over with. And it puts them in a random one, too."

"White outlines and completely black colo… oh no." he grinned. "Okay, good, good, this should keep him busy for now…I need to make every second count…"

Alastor frowned and waved the smoke from his body. "You little bastards! I'm not done with you, Michael, I'm gonna completely destroy—"

The sound of trumpets filled the area as he looked at his new dark surroundings. He had no build, he was a white outline. As if his color design had been horribly switched. Bells, gongs, cowbells, and other loud, obnoxious instruments came from seemingly no where. And then, he was surrounded by windows and stairs.

Look out. Look out.

"….What the hell?"

Pink Elephants on parade, here they come, hippity hoppity!
 

They're here! They're there! Pink Elephants everywhere!

And slowly, like a horrifying marching band, pink, ghastly looking light elephants began to slink through the windows and up and down the stairs for no rhyme or reason.

Alastor took a step back in surprise, wondering WHY he hadn't gone off. He attempted to force himself off but… it felt as though he couldn't. Which was odd…well, regardless, he was sure this wasn't going to last long, and all he had to do was wait…

Concentrate boy, concentrate, the Darkness beckoned, you're never going to get another chance like this…

"Yeah, I know," Michael said with a strained voice, "Your little pep talk isn't helping much… ya know…"

Humph. Last time I try to help…

"Yeah, that might be the best idea…"

The horrifying multicolored elephant made of menacingly grinning elephant heads grinned as he approached the massive Stu, grinning a horrible, horrible, menacing grin.

"I gotta say… this is horrifyingly traumatizing." Alastor said, blinking as the scene unfolded before his eyes.

Michael stood there concentrating; sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing slow. Alastor watched the scene unfold with a bored expression after a while. He was sure to make sure these elephants die horribly when he made sure he did go up. Finally, the force field and the scene went down.

"And now…" He grinned, looking down at Michael, "We're gonna… eh… what are you doing?"

Michael didn't answer, his breathing slow and steady.

"I said… what…" Alastor narrowed his eyes, and blinked when he felt a slight tug from behind him…

Alastor turned, and was faced by a massive black hole.

His eyes widened in horror as he felt himself slowly being pulled into the giant death hole, and he turned his attention to Michael, his eyes flaring with anger.

"You bastard!" He screamed and tried to reach for him. He didn't get far, however, as a rather strong pull of the giant cosmic entity summoned by the forces of darkness pulled him down to his stomach. That didn't stop him from being pulled into the hole, Michael at his finger tips and could never reach him, almost as ironic as fate had hit him with. "You don't deserve this! You don't deserve any of this!" he shouted. His life flashed in his rainbow eyes. "I'll get you!"

His feet were slowly being sucked out. Even if he didn't want to set himself off, it'd require his concentration, and he needed that to avoid being pulled into the black hole.

"It's not fair!" He screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's not fair! I won't be denied… my… revenge!"

He attempted one last good lunge… and missed, ultimately. He was being sucked further and further into the black hole. The oxygen being forced from his lungs, his skin quite possibly being ripped from his body.

"No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Alastor slowly vanished into the black hole, his screams of agony vanishing from the ears as the black hole closed behind him.

Alastor was gone.

Michael, finally feeling the horrible feeling of the giant Stu vanish, fell to his knees and panted hard, grabbing his chest. "Phew… gotta say… that… wasn't… that bad."

Ugh. The Darkness groaned. Understatement of the century.



"That's weird," Marcus said after a moment, "The energy just…." He checked the readings again, "vanished."

"Vanished?" Willie asked. "As in… it went off?"

"No," Tyler said, peeking over Marcus' Shoulder, "There's still a few readings of life on the whole of the fandom…"

"So… someone beat him?"

"Looks like it."

Miri, Tash and Claire grinned at each other, knowing who could have done that.



"Okay… so… you're fine?" Michael asked Emily after he found her, behind a rock, YARDS FROM ALASTOR. He managed to hit the Lightkiller Darkling over the head and yelled at him, reminding him he needed to get her FAR AWAY, not within spitting distance!

"Well what?" The Darkness whimpered innocently, "I got lazy after a while…"

Michael's eye twitched as he lifted his fist up to punch him again, but he took a shuddering breath. "Well… whatever… I… don't care." He sighed. "As long as Emily's safe…"

He looked over at Emily who was staring at where her older… brother was. She looked… lost.

"Hey…you okay?" Michael asked, walking over to Emily, kneeling beside her.

"Yeah…I guess," she whispered. "It's just… weird… all my siblings are…" she sighed, "They're gone…"

Michael didn't know how to react to that. He scowled a little bit and looked out into the distance with her. "I'm… sorry." He said.

"Hm…" She looked down at the ground. "They knew what they were getting themselves into and just… didn't see the right way of things," she said.

Silence fell, and Michael sighed a little bit. He ruffled her hair a little bit.

"Come on kid… let's go home."

Emily nodded. "Home… home sounds good."



The second the two of them got back to the library, they were automatically assaulted and attacked by the rest of the family. Michael was attacked and clung onto by Claire, whispering how worried she was, Miri and Tash behind him and joining in on the group hug. Hati picked up Emily, expressing her own worry for the younger ex-Sue.

Michael gasped that he needed air, as reluctantly the three girls released him. Adrian walked over to him and socked him hard in the arm, making his arm twitch and hold his limb. "Ow…" he said plainly. "The HELL was that for?"

"YOU need to stop risking your life and getting the spot light," Adrian said with a frown, before his mouth turned into a grin, "That's my job after all."

Michael glared at him. "I hate you sometimes."

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged. "But hey, don't get me wrong mate, you did good, we're proud of you." He clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

Tash and Miri went to Emily, wanting to make sure she was all right as well. Michael looked around as the others congratulated him and made sure Emily was okay, much to her own chargin.

Michael was finally left alone, and he grabbed Claire's arm, pulling her away from the group and into the corner. She blinked and looked up at her boyfriend in confusion. "What's up baby?"

"Look, baby, it's come to my attention that I'm not always going to be there to protect you, despite the fact you can take care of yourself," he said very softly. "And while we're here, I don't know how much longer, I don't know if the next day I could die, or the day after that, or you could die… and… well… life's too short to just wait and hope."

"What are you talking about?" Claire asked.

"Look, today showed me that at any given moment, anything could happen. I could be killed, you could be killed, and well… since it's indifferent… I was hoping to save this for another time but…" He looked down the ground. "I'm too worried about losing you to wait and put this off any longer..."

He reached behind him, and the darkness focused in that own little area, forming into a black, swirling misty box. He kneeled down, held the box up and opened it.

"Claire Louise Upward…will you marry me?"

Claire gasped and held her hand up to her mouth, her eyes wide, before she nodded. "I… Yes, of course Michael."

Michael grinned and stood up, pulling his girlfriend into a deep, deep, kiss…

Miri popped up beside them with a grin on her face. "Oh aniiii…" She grinned. "I heard something I'm sure everyone would like to hear… hey! Everyone!" She called. "Guess what I heard!" She rushed to the group.

"No, Miri, wait!" Michael shouted as he reached for her.

Ahhh, the life and times of the Society… never old…