22 years ago
“Well, are you
in?” Silene asked.
“Maybe,”
Deceit said, getting up from the park bench and flicking his finished
cigar into a nearby garbage can. “We got plenty of time before the
hybrids reach maturity. I could change my mind by then.”
“You're far
from the easiest person to trust, but we really do need your
assistance with this,” Omnipotence said.
“I'm not
particularly fond of doing favors for the Horsemen,” Deceit said.
“Neither am
I,” Silene said. “But this is too good of an opportunity to pass
up.”
“In your opinion,” Deceit said. “I'm still don't see why I should give
them any any help.”
“Then don't do
it for the Horsemen,” Omnipotence said. “Do it for her.”
“Please don't
bring her up right now,” Deceit said, as a tear fell from his eye.
“Are you
crying?” Silene asked, chuckling.
Deceit moved
impossibly fast, clearing the distance between himself and Silene in
a fraction of a second. He grabbed Silene by the throat and pinned
him against the wall, squeezing tightly. Silene drew a dagger from
his belt and raised it above his head, but Deceit grabbed his wrist
with his free hand and twisted it so hard that the bones could be
heard breaking.
“Deceit!”
Omnipotence shouted. “Release him!”
Deceit hesitated
for a moment before dropping Silene to the ground.
“What would
she want you to do?” Omnipotence asked.
Present day
Jonathan
walked up to the door of his friend's house. A plaque nailed to the
door read “The O'Leit Residence”. He knocked and waited for a
while. A young boy, about sixteen, came to the door.
“Hey
Mike,” Jonathan said. “How's it going?”
“John,
do you have any idea how early it is?” Mike said, brushing his
black emo hair out of his eyes.
“Yeah,
but it's my birthday and I wanna get and early start,” Jonathan
said.
“Whatever
man,” Mike said. “We still got like, an hour before any good
places open. Wanna play some chess?”
“Sure,”
John said.
They
started playing. John had a secret. Something he had never told
anyone before. Every now and then, the world around him seemed to
slow down. He had time to analyze everything around him, and figure
out every possible action that could be taken. An ability he took
advantage of when playing games. He managed to beat Mike in 12 moves.
“Damn,
you're good,” Mike said.
“You
know I never lose,” John said jokingly. “Wanna play again?”
“Sure,”
Mike said.
Before
they could get the board set up again, there was a large explosion
that blew down one of the walls of Mike's house. The room was
engulfed in flames, and a the towering figure of Conquest stepped
through the hole in the wall, carrying his great blade in his hand.
John fell over, staring at the newcomer in horror. Mike, on the other
hand, seemed almost completely unfazed by the newcomer. He stood up,
and the room temperature plummeted. Ice formed over the places that
were on fire.
“You
could have given him time to enjoy his birthday before showing up,”
Mike said, staring at Conquest defiantly.
“Ice
O'Leit,” Conquest said. “I haven't seen you in a while.”
“What
did he just call you?” John asked.
“He
called me by my real name,” Mike said. “I'm not who you think I
am.”
“What
do you mean?” John said.
“Silence!”
Conquest shouted.
A
ball of fire shot from the end of his sword, flying straight at Mike.
A shield of ice appeared in Mike's hand and blocked the fireball.
“Get
out of here,” Mike said to John.
“I'm
not gonna leave you behind!” John said.
“I
can handle myself,” Mike said. As he spoke, his appearance changed.
His skin turned deathly pale, and his hair became a dark shade of
cyan. A sword of ice formed in his free hand.
“What
the hell?” John asked.
“I
said go!” Mike snapped. “I've got this!”
Mike
and Conquest charged at each other, engulfed in ice and flames. As
their swords collided, they created a shockwave that tore the roof
off and sent John crashing into the wall behind him. He slumped to
the ground. As he attempted to get up, a foot came from no where and
stomped into his back, pinning him there. A sword stabbed into the
floor a few inches in front of his face. And unfamiliar voice spoke
into his ear.
“I
trust you can figure out how to use this,” it said.
The
man pinning him to the ground suddenly vanished, leaving the sword
behind. He stood up and pulled it from the ground, and turned back to
the fight. Conquest shattered Mike's sword and shield with a powerful
slash, then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air.
“Let
him go!” John demanded, lifting the sword.
“I
will,” Conquest said. “But only if you come with me quietly.”.
“I
have a better idea,” John said. “You let him go, or else I'll
kick your ass!”
“Hehe,”
Conquest chuckled. “You have your father's spirit.”
“What
the fuck do you know about my father!?” John demanded.
“He
is War, the second Horseman of the Apocalypse,” Conquest said. “And
I am Conquest, the first Horseman.”
“Bullshit!”
John shouted. “Just let my friend go already!”
Suddenly,
a lightning bolt hit the ground between them, knocking Conquest
backwards and causing him to drop Mike. John looked up at the black
clouds circling the sky. It had been clear before. Where had those
clouds come from?
It
was then that John felt a presence behind him, and the same voice
that had given him the sword spoke again.
“And
even the storm clouds answer to his battle cry,” it said, before
vanishing again.
Conquest
stood up again, and charged at John. The world slowed down again.
John could see exactly how Conquest would swing his sword, and he
dodged just in time. Conquest swung again, and John was able to
parry. He saw his chance to strike, and he took it. He swung his
sword, and as it made contact with Conquest's chest plate, the sound
of thunder filled the air, and Conquest was sent flying across the
room. He stood up again. His sword transformed into a giant bow, and
he fired a flaming arrow at John. Mike appeared between them, and was
hit in the chest with the arrow.
“Mike!”
John exclaimed.
“Go!”
Mike said, turning around and shoving John.
John
fell to the ground of his own bedroom, still holding the sword. He
had no idea how he got there. All he knew was that he had to get
back and help his friend.
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