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1. ACTVARIVM
Sunlit greenery surrounded a plain white house. The strong iron fence protecting it now was gone unlike the faint sweet scent of the blooming flowers. They appeared as peculiar colourful dots in-between the harsh black marks on the grass. Burning memories drifted here and there and eventually led to the innocent building standing in the very same place where once the old World Military housed. Replaced by new change and forced into the present. Just like that. The cold breeze on this summer day seemed unlikely to be able to refresh the joy of those wandering the disastrous field. Like ghosts, haunting for passed friends or family and loved ones. Closed eyes and the sharp sense of ears will hear the whispers of battle cries whilst smelling and breathing in their remnants of ash. None could voice their anger of frustration by merely screaming dead names aloud into the world anymore. It was eerie for the young children watching their parents walk around aimlessly as they were told to wait by the entrance gate. Their big, curious eyes followed the tall humans and witnessed how tears were shed, knees dropped into mud, and a door knocked on.
-"...Yes?", a muffled voice eagerly answered, carrying a polite and formal sound.
-"My name is Atrox, the one in charge of the government of Lux-", footsteps forward after the chair was driven back, then the door was opened in a flash.
-"Mr. Atrox!", a figure with black hair slightly cutting into golden eyes, dressed in a dark cloak surprised the superior man with a short shock. He did not anticipate such a child-like person to be the new leader of the World Military, or at least what was left of it.
-"You must be Walt- No, pardon me, shall I refer to you as Renwick or Cherrywine?"
A moment of naught but silence. As his pinkish eyelids seemed to close entirely from tiredness, they jumped back open as he spoke:"You may refer to me as Renwick, please."
Atrox was older than the average middle-aged man at his workplace. A child may have a slip of the tongue when walking past, seeing him without his uniform and call him 'Grandpa'.
-"Mr. Renwick.", he felt odd addressing someone so young so formally,"I can guess that you know why I'm here. Do you mind me coming in?"
-"I do think it'd make for a better environment to tell you this story, rather than just standing here by the door and having even children look at us.", Walter widened his eyes to scare them as Atrox had a look for himself, then returned his sight to his subordinate to find a face just as he left it.
He let him and entered as well the interior of the house. Such an odd feeling; so uncharmingly blissful. It was decorated nicely one might say, when ignoring the tossed books laying scattered across the pale wooden floor. It felt like a doll house on a military cementary. Such was the image in Atrox' mind. He tried to forget about the provocative thought, only to think about it more after being reminded of the dark deeds he had done. Taking and losing lives were truly two sides of the same coin. But he was too old for regret. "So-", Walter's words pulled him out of his miserable trance, thankfully. Atrox quickly pulled out a voice recorder in response. With the help of a push filled with dread it started recording. As Walter had sat down on the beige couch, he emptied the seat and welcomed his guest to sit next to him and that was when Atrox realized he should not underestimate this teenager. The common smell of coffee was something anyone would have noticed when taking the first few steps into this house. A slight rise of caution emerged when seeing him hold two cups of warm coffee. Unlike the beverage itself, it was not so common to make something appear out of thin air but Atrox had been warned beforehand, thence he welcomed the offer and sat down. After all, he had not been chosen to be the leader of the government for nothing. The price for this rank was a regretful past.
-"Please tell me first how and why this happened, Mr.Renwick."
-"Of course. The initiator was myself.", Walter surpressed his smirk.
-"The cause of death of over seven hundred soldiers was initiated by you?"
-"Yes, Sir."
-"You're now in charge of the very organisation you almost had all of its members killed?"
-"Precisely", he answered the deep gaze of his superior with his golden eyes, then he followed the military suit to its right sleeve, went further down and found a shaking hand, tightening the grip around the recorder to control the internal distress and prevent something ugly. "Sir..?"-
-"Why did you cause this, Mr.Renwick?", his tone changed, attaining a more concerned voice.
"It was truly alike to a play of tragedy, Mr. Atrox. My sincerest condolences, I have heared you lost both of your sons during this small war. That is why, I believe you must hear about it in its entirety. Shall I begin?"
"Pl- Please do so."
"The goals of the other parties actually differed from mine, but the shared destination is whence our lust for the ambush was born.
I suppose I should tell you about this kid, named Satanael Leo Roseblood. He has the Devil's Will which made everyone come to this occasion in the first place. Essentially, this was a race between the greed of many to make the world their own. To access the Axis Mundi, overcome God and making the world truly your own, you're in need of something equally strong as God's Will, and that little thing was inside Leo. His reason for coming was to free a man named Charles Blackwood from the World Military's prison whose nephew, Ray Blackwood, also came for the exact same purpose. Both neither knew of each others' presence however. A variety of small bounty-hunter parties joined this hunt as well and amongst them was the white soldier- or should I call her ice-cold killer, ha? Leigh, Leigh Godsent is her name and she was there to take on Leo herself, accompanied by her guardian, a strong man, Bruce and by myself. They were under my protection until I realised my goal: taking over this organisation. It was a fight amongst the wildest of animals during a night of heavy rain as well as falling bodies. Oh, I almost forgot, pardon me, another party arrived rather late to the commotion: the Layla-Tribe. I know, but even I was astonished by the fact the news of the battle had reached the southern lands. I spread word by simply shouting and telling on my way home from 'a meeting'. Honestly, to think rumors spread as fast as I've read about them in stories is ironic.. and cliché. Their ambition, I do not know as after I've accomplished my feat, I turned ignorant towards the battle and its fighters.
The house was filled with its usual staff and soldiers on this night. A calm rain and moon presented the scenery pleasantly. Unknown security established in the minds of those living their everyday life. A knock interrupted this comfort of silence. "Daniel..?", the door opened with a noise so small, it did not reverberate and entering his office was a woman of the secretary staff. Someone who had developed feelings for Daniel who returned those with joy. "Lizzy, don't call me by my first name while you're still out there in the hallway.", he got up from his desk. They hugged and kissed. "Is this the night they will try to attack us?", she asked, grabbing both of his arms. "No need to worry, though. Their only objective is someone amongst the intruders, so we'll have them trapped in the entrance. While they're fighting each other we'll either capture or kill them with our arms. Even bullets will be mortal while they're focused on someone equally strong as them."
-"Will we be safe-", her petite voice was stifled by a tighter hug and a vibrating floor.
Daniel knew the odds were against him. A king being cornered by all the other enemy pieces on this board. The times when a lie shined more beautiful than a missed oportunity to secure a safe reality- regret.
A white rose glowed by the shine of the moon. Grey spots staining it as the raindrops fell onto the petals. It stood upright however, not giving in to the weight of the pressure.
-"Lizzy, after this, I'll quit. I'll quit this and we'll live together in a wonderful white house, surrounded by a green meadow, what do you say? This was the dream you told me about the other day, right?"
"Mr. Cherrywine!"-
The woman escaped the warm arms and withdrew into the cold emptiness.
-"They're here, am I right?", Daniel's tone of voice filled with rising maturity.
-"Sir, shall we proceed with our current plan or do-"
-"Tonight, soldier. Tonight is the one time you may all act as you will."
-"Sir?", a lost voice, deep within darkness, alike a child asking his parent for approval.
-"Go, now. Defend this house to your dying breath! Carry on this spirit to the others! Fight!"
"Sir!", Daniel watched the man's back turn, slowly but surely passing through the same door he entered the only safe room left with. Someone who would not return, ever. Only his footsteps echoed through the hallway back into the office right into Daniel's consciousness. Lizzy stared into his teary eyes, his slightly twitching jaw and his lying mouth. She approached him again, this time with a caring gentleness, however she did not understand just why his emotional state changed so suddenly but caressed him nonetheless.
"It would seem we are not the first ones to arrive.", I said.
"Izzat good, or bad?", Bruce asked.
"Obviously good.", Leigh responded.
Next to the country road there was a white facility, in the middle of a wide garden, which was the headquarters of the World Military. Usually belted by a rectangular-shaped iron fence and now those missing parts were going to help other parties to intrude. The three made their way into the front yard which was not bombarded to naught like those parts of the now useless fence. Danger approached security. On the way to their mischief the scent of innocent nature followed their soon to be bloody hands. The mother tried to stop their children from committing sin, yet failed to do so. The child had attained its own body, mind, and Will.
Changing from the calm sound of shaking leaves and trees and the cold but soothing wind, gunshots had already been fired in the entrance hall which benefitted Walter's thought of idea. After hearing the commotion start and finally taking off he told Bruce to stay with him to infiltrate this house.
-"Leigh, you go to the right side and enter from there.", he pointed with the tip of his finger to the fourth floor while his voice was being shaken after every two words from jogging steps.
-"Huh? Are you blind? There ain't no entrance."
-"Why yes, there is actually."
-"No. Jumping in through the window and I'll attract everyone's attention and then I'm fucked."
-"You won't be. Bruce, there is someone already up there, am I correct?"
-"As a matter of fact, he is right, Leigh.", Bruce was able to locate various positions of people if he desired so. Being an observer led him to hold onto this exclusive right, yet robbed him of his ability to partake in conflicts of Will such as the ongoing one in the entrance hall of the World Military.
-"Who?", she suddenly seemed interested. Her breath was not exhausted, not at all but energetic.
-"Haha, Leigh! It's ya old fella! What's his name again?", Bruce showed enthusiasm for the idea.
-"Leo?"
-"What do you say, girl? There is an entrance on the right, yes?"
She smiled. Her body accelerated, she was in the middle of the two and now had her nose in front of them as bits of pieces of flimsy, enlightened particles slowly came together and joined around her body helically, they lit up with increased regularity until she finally jumped through shaking might towards the right side of the facility and landed in a matter of mere seconds. Her hair, white and fanned out, carried by a gentle atmosphere by moonlight.
-"Amazing.", Bruce said plainly astonished.
-"For her age, that is true. But watch now."
While the two men were running still toward the entrence, having their heads turned to watch Leigh, almost having reached their destination, their sight was blocked by a tree and all they could see was how the greenery was shortly illuminated by a flashing lightning which helped Leigh achieve great height she was in need of in order to reach the destined window on the fourth floor. And by the help of resounding smashed glass both of them were left reassured as their desired entrance neared and grew in size. Walter stood with his back on the left wall next to the entrance door and so did Bruce on the right. The two were being parted by two massive glass doors which incurred small, young scratches and bruises. One peek and one would see brutal warfare. The interior orange lighting crawled over the floor to flee and reached out to the door and faded into the outside, not meeting the shaded shoes of the two.
-"Find a person named-"
*Gunshots*
"Huh, what?"-
-"Daniel Che-"
*Person dying by firearm, exclaiming death cry*
"Cherrywine, right? The leader of-"-
-"Precisely! Locate him!"
*The glass doors burst into thousands of shards*
"Found him! I know where-"-
-"Perfect!"
"Hey there's two kids up there!"
"A boy and a girl?! Why the hell are kids here?!"
"They same from the park in Pandemonium, even!"
"Keep your eyes on the- Argh! Fuck!"
"Damnit, You there! Have your squad handle the children! Go! Go! Go!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Those shouted words travelled their way through the hall by the same air that could be listened to by the outsiders. Walter and Bruce nodded in agreement and charged in themselves after having turned invisible by Walter's doing. Altough maintaining such casual charisma for the younger, Bruce was again amazed by the carefree attitude internally. Words exchanged were only audible by the other- perfectly thought of for secret infiltrating. They ran. Running amongst a disgustingly high quantity of nameless bodies, dropped dusty weapons in the fawn-coloured entrance hallway to advance forth to the stairs leading to the upper floors. The images were shaky and flashing because of the hurry but seen hidden behind a wall, there was someone dressed rather fancy for an occasion such as this. A blonde protected by four men, also in suits-
"We're the fucking Blackwoods, alright?!"
The boy's eyes favoured green sapphires, lighting up, he pushed the two men next to him aside, his upbeat, blonde hair bounced carefully as he the took the small but promising steps outside of the brittle but protecting wall, escaping the extended grasping arms wanting to hold back their young leader he stood there, out in the open, thenceforth having amounts of military and third-party rifles pointing on and their courageous, blind anger aimed for him; his pupils widened. Walter's drifted towards the left, capturing the essence of the scene of a boy's stand before a rain of bullets ended his young life. Walter and Bruce were right next to him, in the middle of the hall and to evade potential death here Walter wanted to shift the storm of bullets behind them but he was unable to proceed so, as the blonde pointed his right index finger up in the air, his tips of blonde hair were slowly eaten by a pitch black. The bullets flew with incredible speed after having been unleashed by provoked ignorance. Ray Blackwood willed fire, shaped alike sharp, giant roses, enough to protect him and his team, with rushing flames swallowing the lead as it continuously reached for the soldiers on the higher level, clearing the hall of other gang members as they realized the offered opportunity to climb up in the enemy's castle and rushed towards the freed stairway just as Walter and Bruce did. At the time, in conjunction with the beard stubbles around his mouth, his lips formed and pinned a smile on Walter's face during the witness of the fire's spectacle. Alongside the smell of dead bodies, technically spread gunpowder, the reek of blood there now joined too an ashy scent which also stained the beige walls with clouds of grey. Little crisping fires spread and burned on the floor, inflaming the golden carpet, acting like the starting signal for the blonde to take off the black mantle. The floor was trembling due to the drumming feet of the enraged. His men followed the back covered in a black tank top with war cries enacting a picture of five gang members chasing after a hord of about one hundred bounty hunters chasing after the entire staff of soldiers of the World Military- A hunt.
"Why did you stop? Mr. Renwick?"
Walter tried to cover his overtaking smile with a weak left hand which then landed in his lap as he began to hold back his snicker, exposing his mouth area which lacked any beard growth.
-"Please do excuse me, Mr. Atrox. I was just thinking... This one kid, Ray Blackwood."
-"Positions of both Blackwoods as well as everyone elses besides yourself are unknown, yes?"
-"That is correct. Everyone who was involved in that night and was featured on the wanted list, is somewhere unknown. However, that was not the reason for my laughter, excuse me, please."
-"Then what reason did you laugh for?", Atrox became nervous and impatient. His grip around the sweaty recorder tightened again, yet not as tight as it became after Walter's response:
-"I was just thinking about how Ray Blackwood could, if he so desired, infiltrate even your facility. Even without me acting as an initiator, believe my words as I saw his flames in person and do allow me to share this with you: Orange isn't the brightest colour his fire can rage into."
The sight was cut rather short because of the insufficiency of lighting when she first had entered the building. Plus, she could not rely on someone else to handle small stuff like this like Walter could in the hallway, thus she had to use her own Will to enable herself to a greater vision. As she rushed with fast but faint steps forward small particles of lightning appeared and disappeared, appeared and disappeared to reduce the amount of pain she had to endure before actual combat. The light was minimal, yes but it served its purpose perfectly when Leigh noticed she was running down a narrow hallway on the fouth floor. Without worrying about herself, she progressed, she ran, she followed the same stenching smell of blood she scented when she fought Leo in the park. Her hand placed quickly on the sheath of her sword, her shoes cried aloud when she abruptly decelerated once she saw a slender frame of body standing with its back to her. The light was fading but before it went out and a new one arrived she saw a pale figure which featured a petite back where three long, sharp and thin scars running down the whole dorsum with spine-length, long, saggy brunette hair and oddly enough feminine curves.
-"What-", her clueless muttering was immediately topped by another astonishment in the very next second.
She evaded the daunting atmosphere radiating from the strange body, drifted backwards as the white strands of her wavy, long hair split her vision into many more little windows to peek through and her nose filled with the nauseous stench of blood she did not miss but was sadly too familiar with. Left to right and right to left it was corpses, however not as whole but slashed, brutally, they had become one with the walls and floor, without any mercy, their interiors seemed to fade into the elements of the components of the facility. Organs leaking their dried blood, spreading it onto the surfaces leaving a bitter aftertaste for Leigh's eyesight behind which evoked sheer disgust inside her prior-resolved consciousness. Yet, averting the sight of the late, focusing on the living, specifically the only other living being in the present in this dark hallway beside her, she drew her sword.
It cried, alike ready to take life when it left it's shelter. The white blade was shining at regular intervals, made by the particals of her lightning manipulation, which shortened steadiliy as she pointed the edge of the blade towards the naked back, making it glow eternally.
-"This time, Leo. I'll cut your back open and make you cry.", altough whispering a careful but threatening tone the hallway made her words clearly audible to her enemy whose left scapula deformed, the cracks of bones, into a slowly twirling circle which was ready to unleash a beastly crawl towards its enemy only to paint another massacre of corpse:
-"Shh, hush or you'll bite your tongue.", his head turned slightly towards the girl. His tilted chin accentuated by blue light.
For a second she didn't know what had occured to her in a matter of mere five seconds and how those resulted in her falling out of the window, ready to greet the ground with her very face. Her vison was tossed, it seemed like up was down, down was up, left became right and right became left as her body was pushed and thrown towards the point she had entered the hallway in. On the brink of losing self control it was a small but impactful push forward it that made her fail falling into the depth of darkness. Reverting time was her Will, the only thing she wanted was to stand before her-
-"Leoooo!", the name echoed from a swollen throat back into the building's interior reaching its namebearer in a slight shock of surprise.
And there she was, in mid-air in the middle of his clear field of vision after having turned around completely to be welcomed by a girl encased in a glowing, blue aura, her widely opened, golden eyes told her a sad story reflecting the image of a broken boy.
Was it sadness her anger evolved into?
Was is regret her strike, already in action, was turning into?
She wanted it to stop, make the strike undone and forget this encounter, but even so, her action had already moved faster than her begging, twitching scream that was being thrown into the other, monotone face. The sword cut deep into the boy's left shoulder, driving its blade through muscle and bone, skin and cell, deforming and ripping apart what was once harmonic. Her feet met the floor safely, tiptoeing forwards making soft steps, her dizzy body fell into his arms, her head rested on his left shoulder. Both were enveloped in darkness' silence and tranquility whose small bubble of saftey and comfort were pierced by blinding lights. Leigh's eyes jumped back up just when she allowed herself to let her guard down, forget and drown into the warmth. A swarm of small military squads were rushing towards them. She could feel the danger in her stomach; the anxiety made her blood pressure rose to an unhealthy extent but she made no move; her lightning had long vanished. Only small bits of laughter unchained her from paralyzation. Leigh's pupils grew affixed to the sight of lines exploding out of their back's encasement, stretching and finally impaling every single soldier who dared to enter this hallway without giving any regard to their prior actions, hence suffering the lethal, equally unjustified, consequences. They were smashed down onto the floor to enable them to join their late comrades. She couldn't refrain from sharing a tear or two and bit into the shoulder to repress a scream of hopelessness and her quiet weeping; it was yet again too much for her to bear but ready to break down, having even averted vision, her ears caught the crawling sound of enraging words:
-"I thought you came to kill me..", thus causing something deep inside her tainted mind to allow her become free.
-"Yeah. You're right..", she whispered back.
Pushing and rejecting the warm body away from her, she ripped the sword out of his bleeding body and held it tightly in her right; creating afterimages she ran up with such excellent speed and reignited anger, turning her slender motion into a heavy slash. He evaded, as expected, thence her last afterimage before the inital blow had also striked without making Leo taking notice. The open wound was of much help to him as forms of blood outgrew and stopped the strike effortless. She aimed for and punched into his stomach, making the afterimages disappear and getting the lower part of her right arm sucked into Leo's body, making it stuck. Her shock was quickly calmed but not prepared for following: A acrobatic transition of the upper and lower body happened before her; she could feel the creeping fluidity of the stream of blood forbidding her arm freedom. Falling into distress an idea rose from small moment of clarity. "Ha!" She rammed her free, electrified left arm into the body of blood as she herself was hit by a foot with such might, it smashed her into the wall next to the corpses.
-"Fuck. Fuck, ahh.", she bit her tongue and spit out blood. Her throat felt poisoned, such was the feeling, it made her think if her right arm had been injected with something toxic.
Remaining on her knees after having tried to stand up but failing due to increasing dizziness, he picked up her sword and threw it over to her which was first caught by her weak hands, afterward, the floor itself. New members came running into the hallway with shouts, cries, weapons and lights and were in a moment of mental aberration since the hallway had lost original strucure and acquired new shape in the form of a white, spacious room. A snap. The sword no longer lied on the floor, lightning jumped from one to another, striking down man after man. Whomever would spectate this act would blurr the sound of bullets but become accustomed to the sight of a berseker, one girl fallen into a killing frenzy, guided by hatred or frustration.
"Unable to kill one strong, so she turned to kill a few weak."
The blade took singular body parts which she used immorally as makeshift weapons to shove them into the living faces. The blood of your own friends was tossed into your eyes. Adult men were screaming as if still in kindergarten, as if having to go home, leaving behind and parting with your playmates for the day, except now it was for ever. Exclamations were cut short by halving throats in one-sided anguish. Ten, no twenty, thirty, they kept coming, they kept dying.
-"Alike a flash appearing before your chest allowing you to draw your last breath."
-"Were you able see her in action? I thought you were elsewhere at that time?"
-"Yes, I was indeed but I did get the chance to see her in action as she was my trainee before the execution of this operation.", Walter smiled casually.
-"Hm.", Atrox gave in to the statement without rebuttal,"Continue, then, please."
-"Of course.", he leaned back after having a sip of warm coffee.
The hord of madmen were yelling their way up, mercilessly losing and taking lives as they climbed and climbed up the stairway, grasped by the thought of world control. Pushing each other as well as military soldiers off the stairs, their minds were not functioning rationally no longer and at the very front of the heated mob were the Blackwoods, Bruce and Walter. Together, however, as if on command whilst running, their heads turned left, towards the passing lower story and metamorphosing structure. Agitated by the loss of stability of the weakening stairway they all accelerated and started running to their heart's content towards the promising destination. The collective stemping grew even louder than the mindless shouting of war cries and last confessions.
-"Walter is this your messed up witchcraft!?"
"Thank you kindly, but this isn't my accomplishment!"-
-"Whose is it then?"
"I'm not sure and how would I know for certain, but I will guess it's our Devil"-
"More importantly, is the target still on the top floor?"-
-"Man, it's seems like the top part hasn't been affected..yet."
We were running right behind the Blackwoods, too, still invisible however:
-"Ray!"
"It's alright, I'm fine as long as they believe so."
"Don't push yourself, too hard, Ray. You're already a better leader than your father."-
"I'm sorry...even after losing one of us you're still so.. goddammit!"
-"We're here to rescue Charles and no matter what it tak-"
-"Man, shut it and look over there.", he pointed towards the nearing wall, and shrinking width of the stairs, which was about to push everybody off and make them fall into their death, deep down into the abyss, the ground floor.
-"Ahh! Walter!"
"That's Satanael, I'm certain now, though he is not my current objective."-
-"Yeah, well but we're about to gon' get pushed off!"
"Oh, how very tragic..."-
"Juuuuuuump!"
Soldiers, gang members, assassins; all were willing to let themsleves get rescued due to an emerging ground floor whose height grew steadily without harmonic unrest, re-enacting the image of an elevator, by jumping to the left. Marble grinding upwardly on marble, screeching its deconstruction. A great quantity fell off when landing, therefore were screamed after but those painful screams were swiftly healed by the size of the rising chunks of the ground floor. They were seperated now, all on different levels of height. Once the 'elevator' passed the remains of the stairway, they started merging into one, barely getting crushed by the sudden fusion a lot of people were left with even less space to take a stand on.
Walls were cracking, returning to their singular elemental components, the house was truly coming down and reforming. Space and room were played with to one's own advantage.
-"Ray, You alright?"
"It'd be a damn shame if I wasn't!"
"Is your uncle still on the top floor?!"-
"Yeah, Shanna still can locate his presence up there."
-"Then, protect the blonde! Surround him and finish the military's dogs!"
"The introduction part is finally down, baby! Now it's our turn to take over! Let's fucking go!"
End of ACTVARIVM
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3. FVLMEN
It was storm I hadn't comprehended yet. A storm rivaling the wicked thunder within me, and yet, here I am. Unable to break these chains of my inner captivity, these chains of- death, really. Why is ignorance so hard to grasp when you get serious once?
Above her were walking lights alike fast cars driving by pedestrians: Her hands chained, her body surrounded by other ones in uniforms, her breath unsteady, their feet kept moving. Altough she might have only felt like it, she officially was branded a criminal for her involvement of the 'World Military Infiltration' and too, of course, homocide. The white haired girl carried no sword on the side of her hips, therefore she was a mere naked animal amidst a circle of fully loaded weapons held by all the soldiers. At least this thought provoked them to feel secure, safe and sound albeit standing next to someone who's bearing a thunderstorm inside them. However, their footsteps echoed away in the chromatic hallway and along with them their fears of having their frail lives shortened. The whole time she had remained teciturn, as if angst-ridden until now, she was brought upward, onto a large platform which actually served as the main roofing of this military fortress, stranded in this snow desert. Which ment, she was again openly embraced by the harsh weather, standing in the freezing cold the group of seven around her did not make her feel warmer and her hands started to ache, her pointy nose red. Too little movement made her worry about her fingers freezing off but in correspondence to Mother Nature she was pulled out of her cavernous consciousness. Upon being called by her name she lifted her gaze from the floor to another human.
-"Godsent Lucifer Leigh, I welcome you."
The girl only answered with an empty gaze, staring right through that talking body.
Snowflakes started coming down heavier as the wind howled amongst them.
-"Yeah, I figured she wouldn't be the talkative type. Not after losing someone important to her.", the lady spoke loudly but Leigh didn't buy into her weak provocation.
At least, not until noticing the white katana attached to that lady's hips. Leigh's eyes widened and the once faint yellow colour of her pupils was bewitched to shine a brighter, golden colour. She quickly muted her reaction as she wanted to keep a cool on the outside, yet she couldn't deny the triggered sly motivation. A beginning of a smirk rose from the dead soil.
-"Godsent, this is the fortress that will be your new home. We'll break you and make you into a military slave. Just like your family was, once. Tell me, do you feel no remorse, at all? Having slayed your entire-"
-"I thought you did your research on me..turns out you only found out about my name... and my mass murdering... something any fool can find out by looking at that damn wanted list you military people put out.. or just the newpaper.", Leigh poked out her tongue.
-"I'll have fun killing your rebellious spirit!", the lady shouted, clearly falling for Leigh's provocation.
The snow storm grew to an extent to where the soldiers around Leigh started to feel an unsettling tremble, except it was the growling thunderstorm within the peron they were circling. Too late they were to avoid, too late to protect each other. A flashing light blinded their sight, leaving all unknowing of the actual approaching thunder, finally striking down from the heavens and even setting Leigh free from the chains. The girl was quick to move and pinned her attention toward regaining her sword. The dark smoke rose from the floor and perished due to the heavy wind. This was the chance to flee she had been patiently waiting for and she wouldn't let it go to waste. Both of them were not afar from each other and so Leigh charged her body with electrical energy and ran toward her enemy. Altough sure to win, the past had taught her many times not to underestimate seemingly weaker opponents. Her first encounter with Leo had made her smarter in battle, calmer even and collected. An important scar to remember. So swiftly she dodged that lady's strike with an artistic turn to the right, making it seem she was split apart in the middle- an illusion she had perfected for occurences such as this. Grabbing her by the throat and throwing her to the floor, she caught her white blade in the air and spoke in a tone colder than the current temperature.
-"Don't ever try use my sword against me or I'll use your arm against you."
The lady was coughing only, unable to respond through words. Leigh heard that the soldiers weren't dead, in fact she wasn't going to kill them in the first place. Her white hair twirled, it danced and its partner was the howling wind.
-"Ohh, well no, why is that you? Leigh?"
-"Oh what now?", she turned around and to her unlucky surprise it was a rather familiar face she encountered.
-"Long time, no see. How have you been, my snow queen?"
-"And I don't even know what to call you anymore, you idiot."
-"I can only go by Walter, as it is my name nowadays, I suppose.."
-"Amazing. First off, I'm not your fucking 'snow queen' and second, why are you even here? Aren't you a classified criminal too? This is a military fortress, you know?"
-"And I'm in charge of it as of today, my-"
-"Just shut it, honestly.-"
-"Why, do you not intend to listen to my words about your mother's whereabouts?"
She shifted her gaze back towards the boy next to the door to the stairway with slight astonishment as it had been her primary goal to find her mother since the beginning.
-"Yeah, all right, I'll listen to ya."
-"This is pleasent, really. First, I've made them letting you live and now I can bring you and your mother back together. Truly, it's pleasent. She's actually in this fortress, waiting for you. Find her on your own, that way you'll still get a feeling of self-accomplishment."
-"I honestly don't know just what it is with you, Walter. You arent't going to grant me all this for free, though, right?"
-"I will, however. There's not much time for me left, anyways."
Leigh walked past him, patting his shoulder:"Thanks, Cherryboy."
She vanished into the darker interior until even her silhouette was swallowed up by it. A sigh followed after that and were he still Daniel Cherrywine it surely would have been a cigarette. Walter was dressed in a big white cloth, leaving only his head and throat exposed to the cold world. Confident enough he was finally going to disappear this time. He layed the seeds and awaits their bloom. Walter was described as a rather mischievous person because of his methods of handling certain situations and getting results. His mind and body had been parted for solely one objective which was to ensure the hindrance of a reset of the world through sheer Will. He tapped his feet and reassured himself for his only concern at the moment was a boy named Satanael Leo Roseblood. A teenage kid who was able to grasp the power of a Will so devastating, it could even rival a God's. That was the might of the Devil sleeping within that boy's fragile body. That's why Walter eleminated the threat. Killing Bruce and reuniting Leigh with her mother, killed her lust for rebellion and battle. Leo was brought back together with Ray and so there's only little chance for him to get serious about the world' state again. In a way, Walter bettered the lives of the three, making them happy in some sense.
-"And there you go, Orlando. I did what you asked me to."
Walter stared heavenward, to his lost friend and was interrupted by a strong cough. That was only part of the line of consequences resulting from his doing. He was well aware changing the fates so often would climax to something more severe than just a little cough. He had noticed it earlier, something wearing down his health from within him, inside the body itself. He wiped the blood from his lips and wandered off into the storm, keeping a pained face.
While his excitement went down, hers was rising the closer she came to find her mother, the only family she had left in this world. After losing everyone else and having befriended the folks who had saved them, the boys were sitting back to back, eating sweets. Ray's left arm had remained black with a few white dots in-betweeen, presumably because of the lack of the usage of his Will.
-"You know, I feel something, somewhat fake.", Leo muttered.
-"What's that?", Ray asked with his stuffed mouth.
-"There's a storm comin' up, Ray. We oughta tell Amaris."
-"Nah, just hold on, I think I know what you mean. There's someone who wants to hold us down. And it feels like someone we know."
-"Walter wants to chain us to this world, I think. That's why we've had only good luck-"
-"-Up until now. So that makes this a faked version of the faked version."
-"I'll tear it apart.", Leo said bluntly, as the sweet magenta tone of his pupils turned a sinister red.
Focusing only on the spirit which lives afloat and above, under and upon the universe, that transcends even the principles of existence, he twisted and turned reality and broke the façade in which all were kept in. As it was still young, having aged to but a mere seven days, it did not require much effort and pain. Leo simply relied again on his past suffering to lessen the new one.
"Mother?!"
Her extended hand held onto a cold body, freed of warm blood and a heart. As the lights went on, the lady had been well and was entering the hall room where suddenly a dozen seemingly lifeless bodies were lying on the colder ground floor. Dirty stains were covering it but kneeling on it was Leigh. A moment ago she was in belief of seeing her mother before her very eyes, of course unsure as she had last seen her years ago, but it was alike feeling her heart beat to an unreachable high level, only to perish to cruel reality. But unfortunately, she recognized those dead faces.
-"They're your family, you know? We've been searching for those corpses you've generously left us behind, Leigh."
-"And I thought I was the fucked up one here, you crazy bitch. I'll end you."
Seventeen years.
-"The experiment was to not let these perfect genes go to waste.", she dodged Leigh's strikes.
-"In order to make them our undead slave soldiers.", the lady laughed away with a fierce intent in her eyes.
The lights were cut out and darkness sucked into the room, making the lady twice as alarmed as she was before. All noise was killed. And so she called in the squad of soldiers from earlier to take care of the girl. But no one was to see what would happen in the next couple of seconds. As the soldiers got into formation one could see tiny blue particles appearing here and there, almost as if drawing a line of movement. They began appearing more frequently, and started running, the soldiers desperately tried to follow them with their eyes, forgetting about the actual task and finally having their heads drop to the floor one by one. In the heat moment of the cut a flashing image of Leigh was seen, as if she was there but also not, simultaneously dis- and reappearing so to speak. The built-up of stress got to that lady since she watched her men fall like dominoes to the girl, getting closer to herself. And when she felt that blood stained blade on the her throat, she was pierced through her heart, the sword was turned and made to electrify the whole of her body. Leigh revitalized and killed her again multiple times. Her Will was determined enough to go to such extremes and in the end it was the lady who found herself with opened eyes and tear-filled hands, broken down, leaning on a wall, all alone. Leaving her with a trauma to make her forcefully understand Leigh's own pain. Leigh set out to find Walter. The older Leigh would have killed her as well, but it was the present she lived in, not the past. She had become more decisive and mentally clear as she had an entire week to reflect upon herself, her past, and future plans.
Seventeen years of lies.
Leo knew this was going to result in big consequences for he ripped everyone out of their perfect dreams and ideals and restored an original reality. However he went only so far to restore half of it, using the fake half to blind Walter and keep him and other rivals from noticing a change in reality. This put another weight of stress on him he'd have to endure until defeating the almighty one. Walter's made one mistake and it proved to be a fatal one for Leo does not view a reality on Earth, Walter's 'world' as this would result in him being captured, hence Leo treats reality as the whole universe. The universe holds still too many contingencies, it is simply unbeknownst and it is precisely this disadvantage Leo uses for himself to rid himself of any traps. Ray did this unconsciously which is why his Will was always weaker than Leo's.
-"We're most likely going to be in the newpapers again, Ray."
-"Oh, are we going to pay your old man a visit?"
-"It's either going to peaceful, or this time it's us who're gonna try and commit regicide."
-"A coup! Smells like teen spirit.", he hugged Leo from behind, resting his head on Leo's shoulder.
-"Hey, Leo. Look up, you seein' what I'm seeing?"
Accumulating small white dots were coming and fading into nothing.
Falling gently downwards from the sky's face.
Winter's snow was making it's way down South.
"So it wasn't actually Summer anymore, huh?"
End of FVLMEN
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2. THRONVS
"This is something far greater. The question is, do I need to elaborate, or will I be understood?"
A vast creature, enchained in a frail body, walked betwixt the unkempt and solemn parts within his mind. Unknowing of his resounding footsteps, he kept walking step by step ignorantly and imagined himself standing in a field of rouge roses, what a normal life would be like and finally inhaled, like it was his last, dying breath he was going to take. However, rather than dying, he was yet walking on a stairway, exhaled and watched with his reopened eyes how the walls next to him lethargically came together, touched and shaped anew.
-"Beautiful.", Leo thought to himself. Albeit he did not describe the mutation of the military facility, but rather the pain he needed to endure in exchange to enforce his Will to make that reshaping reality. Those three long scars running down his back were marks of his past, engraved whilst abusing his innocence and body against his will. To think a victim alike himself would, in return, abuse painful memories and traumata to lessen his current pain, would paint a bizarre picture but it was exactly that and nothing else, which made him so fearsome. His carefree persona was the result of various confined self-harmful thoughts which would eventually lead to his death when executed or so desired. The pain had grown weaker, it became number during the climb to the top but one could see it in his eyes still. The sweet tone of magenta filled those petite, hueless gems which were, from time to time, cut in by long strands of brunette hair, slightly seeming to jump upward before returning down only to replicate the very same motion over and over as Leo was making his way up, towards the fourth floor. His appearance had changed since he was not involved in battle anymore and thus he wore a black one-shoulder top matched with his black pants around which a cocoa brown rope entwined his narrow waist and kept the pants from falling, blanketed by a dark coat. Leo always carried a thought-provoking look, yet the slurs he had been called with ment but naught to him.
-"Ah. Kate was right, after all.", he said to himself, yet as if talking to someone else. His caved knee expanded again, once the open wound on his left palm leaked enough blood for Leo to shape a cane out of it, pushing him up and returning him to stance worthy of his seventeen years of age. He closed the wound and moved on. Controlling his blood was something he had learned and made use of a great quantity of times, since his liberation from a place he would be thankful for to simply forget about but his mind wouldn't allow him to. And so he walked, three-legged and cut, thence leaving behind trace of dark-red dots which were soon to be accompanied by tears.
-"Anyway, I'm sure you're still keen enough to listen to the main part of my story, Mr. Atrox."
-"Mr. Renwick, I-", he stopped in mid-sentence to admire that childish look of his interlocutor. It carried arrogance and ignorance, it was provoking, it was...
-"Mr. Atrox? Is something the matter?"
..cruel.
As the late ground floor revealed itself to manifest into an elevator which kept aspiring to reach the top, the main concern had shifted to your soldiers, for we were not the only ones getting a lift.
Apart from the screeching walls, the dancing sound of bullets was filling the air as soon as the soldiers had taken aim and started their fire. They shot down a fair amount of third-parties and the ones who were still alive had either fallen into a frenzy or-
-"Mr. Blackwood!" -"Ray! What's the plan?!"
His mind was being filled. Noise. Cries for help. The sound of battle. The visual information he couldn't understand in Londinium was ruthlessly thrown back at him by fate, in a situation, now far too familiar and that very difference was precisely what made him act accordingly. In an instant he forced thin air to become fire and made an orbital wall around his team with those protective flames. They scored security in a warfare and cold betrayal for Bruce. Walter, although bearing strong Will, it was creeping onto his limit slowly and so he did away with their security. At last, Walter was beginning to feel alive again, after destroying his unfaithful façade and throwing Bruce on the wall of fire, he unmasked himself and quickly hid behind a small chunk to recover his lost stamina. Was he seen? Had anyone noticed anything? He did not know, being left in uncertainty and unnerving suspense he prepared for his misdeed. His ears caught the sound of flying bits of fire which were directed at anyone who dared to come near the Blackwoods and sadly, there were no few. Walter was perhaps the first to notice how all of them were trapped in a loop. As the elevator steadily climbed heavenward with rising speed it would never reach its goal, for by now they must have crashed into the ceiling and suffered maybe even more than a few cracks and broken bones but nonetheless here they were, or rather what was left of them.
"Oh, our little devil is having fun, eh?"
Walter crunched his teeth with embitterment but slowly stood up as to waking up from a dream which had been going on far too long. His movement were numbed by a curious pair of greens. Their eyes met and Walter became not only aware of his only choice but too that it had to be done right now or else he would be burned alike Bruce. So he clapped his hands and stepped backwards because of the massive recoil it had created and gathered everyone's attention along with it. Ray Blackwood ran, he ran toward the portal-look-alike that formed afor Walter. Would Ray be asked what exactly motivated him to start running, he were to give no answer. His actions, right now, were purely based on instinct and his gang knew this and so they knew he'd come back for them and until then they will survive, no matter the cost. The bullet hell was given new ammunition, three fronts so close to each other yet so far away in understanding, they shot. Walter cared more for his mission than he did for Ray and so willingly stepped into the nothingness that had appeared, followed by Ray who took one last look at his friends before dissolving and leaving materialization. Such an eerie realization. Having just started daring to take a breath in this dimension, Ray's green eyes were about to bear witness yet again to the unfathomable. The short, comforting stud, when connected with the floor again, would be met with disharmony as Ray eyed the figure of Leo standing next to him. His head hurt, lit cigarettes being pushed onto his skin, twisted and turned until dead. The sound of lapping water arose as Walter stepped into puddles of his own blood- the price for the teleportation- hastily he leaped forward into the last safe room, Daniel's office, since he knew that it would have come:
-"Daniel!", Lizzy let out a terrific scream to which Daniel responded with a quick turn to face Walter. Cherrywine's chin dropped, leaving his mouth half opened in astonishment, utterly having to face acknowledgement.
-"I knew you'd come..", he whispered half-heartedly.
-"Good for you-", Walter's chains leapt out like hissing snakes, then wrapping around Daniel's throat, strangling the man in the suit.
-"Oh dear God, Daniel!", Lizzy cried aloud.
-"I'm sorry, love. God won't help us tonight because of our Devil here..", his stubbles around the edges of his mouth were slightly rising, "I'm almost complete again."
"Get out!"
Charles was standing there. Freed by Leo and now yelling at him and Ray as a father figure who wanted nothing but to protect his children from any harm. They were behind him and Charles knew Walter needed to kill Daniel for him to regain access to his full potential for he'd been split once into two seperate human beings. Sparks ignited in both of Charles' hands which acted as a warning sign since the office was about to be inflamed with a huge conflagration. Leo quickly pulled Ray under his dark coat and made it as fireproof as he could, just when he had heard the first frame of the blaze, albeit it did not come from within the building but outside. Multiple catapults had been deployed and were now firing at the military fascility.
-"Right after the first crash into the office and the collision with the firestorm everything turned black.", Walter took a sip in a calm manner. Atrox cautiously observed Walter, having fallen into his flurry, he couldn't help leaving his shaking hands unremarked.
-"What.. excacly had happened in this situation? I mean this is not an average- No- I mean-"
-"Why, let me explain, Mr. Atrox. The cost of my teleportation was far greater than I had envisioned and so, when I finally reached my destined place, blood-soaked, but yet clear in mind. Roseblood and Blackwood were both there, as well as Cherrywine and his late secretary and the only one I had lost memory of was Charles Blackwood... His firestorm combined with the Layla-Clan's catapults had caused the downfall of everything."
Once the crash happened, the root for Leo's rose was pulled harshly out of the soil and torn apart. The loop was erased and reality reverted back to its originality, reunified with logical inconvenience. The room broke but time kept moving and so, as a result, the elevating ground floor descended rapidly and the mere seconds fore collision were filled to the brim with shoutings, cries and laughs. Leigh's temporary whereabouts, the room Leo had created was, too, erased and she, along with countless corpses, were shifted to the ground floor, joining everybody else, the stairs Leo had climbed, leaving behind tracks of blood and tears, everything was disappearing at once and still, Ray held tightly onto Leo and Leo tightly onto Ray. The dark cloak fluttered as if panicking, dying to fly away from this hell, bidding goodbye and welcoming a new life- If such a dream were to achieve! The moment had come. All interior noise died down, as everybody was silenced, collectively, their gazes rose, through a scenery full of flying shreds of bullets, blood, tears, flames and burnt architecture, to the beautiful golden frames which encased large windows, welcoming the great burning sphere behind them, that had been lauched by stark catapults. A greeting and the end of a raid.
-"During the crash in that office, my skills insisted on getting me what I had wished for.", Walter rested his chin onto his hands. His view seemed blurred for a second or two. Atrox cleared his throat.
-"So that was it? Do you know nothing of the death of Lizzy? As I recall it, she was there, yes?"
-"Oh but I do, of course. How could I forget..", he scoffed.
-"Well then, please enlighten me, Mr. Renwick."
-"After killing Daniel Cherrywine, just before that crash I shifted my position with hers. I-"
-"You!"
-"I changed my death with hers so I could survive. A simple trick, really. Plus, I freed her of her lovesickness before she could ever have gotten it. Both are resting reunited, I'm sure."
-"She. Lizzy. She was my daughter.", a strong tear ran down Atrox' face as he kept staring at the unconcerned child. He started weeping, trying to force out a reaction from Walter but it was all for naught. He'd truly lost all three of his children and it hurt bitterly.
The collision had happened simultaneously with the smashing of the windows.
The front was peeled, thence a shockingly small group of people were running inside to the core, storming in and battling everyone whilst searching for their savable targets aside from their hunting bloodlust. Ray slowly got up but fell right onto his shaking knees again. As he pulled the blinding cloak off of his head, the audible situation was getting joined by incomprehensible visuals, while his hair regained its golden blonde colour due to illumination by moonlight. His pupils moved to one corner of his eyes and to the next, looking for his team but failing to do so. A nauseous smell was getting to his head, his body felt heavier and heavier, the frame he was able to see through was shrinking and the air didn't taste anything like it had before. His head shifted slighty to the left, as he was falling backwards. "Leo...?" With closed eyes, he listened to the remaining sounds crawling into his ears, telling them about a particular shot, piercing his tympanum and knocking him out of consciousness, seconds after last, big roses of flames were storming into all directions devoid of any seeking. Leo fell, too, down to the floor after being shot down. The Layla-Clan had made out the two boys and with them their targets. Their mission was to find and secure them and bring them to a peaceful place. As for Leigh, she was getting similiar treatment, however unlike the boys, she had another, singular savior.
-"Bruce!", Leigh futilely tried to break free from the pair of arms which were holding her back.
-"Fuck! Why?!", she exclaimed but her shouts weren't listened to. It felt like her voice was muted and that was frustrating to her, seeing her dead guardian lying on the floor, unable to comprehend, forced to watch and remain in ignorance. She wanted to close her eyes and fall, wake up from this bad dream.
-"This is not fair!!"
The moon shone brightly and arose everything's elegance with a dreamy shimmer.
The roses stopped withering and breathed in new life under cover of darkness.
Illumination welcomed all, even the shadows, to begin anew.
From root to bud to thorn and head.
They were alive.
-"Between the devil and the deep blue sea", whispered words told the wind.
Ray Blackwood was on the ground, on his back nearby a dock on a summer's eve, though not alone he felt a lonesome breeze touching his face. The sky still too bright to count stars so instead he sat up and glanced over to his left side where he found a pleasing view. Unharmed and on the brink of waking was Leo, resting. In a foreign moment such as this, an average person's mind had been filled with questions until the glass might have been overfilled, the water could have run down the glass and leave behind a mess, maybe a bigger one than just a mere puddle, a leak and grow into a sea to be admired by lots. The blonde was gazing however, a love drunken boy lost his logic and committed to his heart right away. Leo turned around.
-"Good morning.", he yawned, crawling out of the sleepiness one by one.
-"Good evening.", Ray responded with a shy smile, afore he held out his hand to help Leo sit up as well, "Tell me, was it worth it?".
-"What ?"
-"I'm.. talking about how you changed it, reality I mean. Are those memories I treasure all but naught?"
-"Albeit everything in this world is false, it doesn't mean your memories have to be too. I mean, it comes down to what you truly desire. If you want something, then go get it right?", Leo talked out loud.
His body wore scratches all over, thin, dried out lines formed stained patterns on his pale skin. The marks and wounds were still young, as the raid turned one day old.
-"Hey. Your arm.", Leo pointed with his index finger in a child-like manner.
-"Oh- This is.. kinda..", Ray's eyes examined the black, burnt skin, which coated the entire flesh of his left arm.
The blonde almost flinched once the hand of the brunette had reached out to touch his blackened arm.
-"The skin is still smooth though.", Leo stated and Ray confirmed that by checking himself.
-"This is nice, I like it.", Leo let himself fall into the security which Ray's lap would provide for him. Altough it should bear a familiar sense, a new, better understanding formed in Ray's head.
-"That wasn't the last battle however. We'll have to get up eventually again and fight-"
-"Yeah.. let's just stay this way.. a little longer.", Leo's arms wrapped around the waist and pulled Ray's upper body lower, closer to him.
Ray saw the brunette strands of hair getting a golden tan from the setting sun whoose light already added to the beauty of the sea behind that docking station. His own hair, which was usually worn in a stylish manner, hanged down, partly cutting in between his field of vision.
To be close again.
The boys' silhouette was visible from afar as well and it was creating an image of peaceful comfort. Knowing that the battle had not just ended yet but would continue to do so was nothing new to them, for they were engaged in such conflicts already when the First Situation was still stable and hadn't been broken by Leo Roseblood. Ray Blackwood hadn't just lost his old arm in a sense but too, a few centimetres in size but he would soon realize that fact when standing upright and facing Leo.
-"Yeah, let's stay like this for a bit."
Ray put the hand of his new arm atop Leo's head and faced heavenward again, then closing his eyes, he smiled. He smiled out of pure joy and happiness until the tear walked down his cheek but was wiped off by a pale hand. The very same had happened to Leo and it became more than obvious when they looked each other into their teary eyes.
A sweet harmony filled both until they started giggling and hugging.
"It's good this way, right?"
"You expect me to deny that?"
"Of course, not, idiot."
"Calling me an idiot, when you were-"
"Shh, listen.."
"To what..?"
"To my heart."
End of TRONVS
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