Dark Sun
Written by Mikaa
Concept Created by Mikaa (2006-11-08)
Characters created and owned by Camelot and Nintendo
Author's Note - This fic is based on a conceptual game idea I cooked up, though only parts of said concept will show up (largely so that I can use the whole idea later if I deem to). Hope you enjoy it.
WARNING - THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR MATURE, AND CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING CONTENT: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE, SEXUAL THEMES, AND TORTURE. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 17, HIT THE BACK BUTTON WITH ALL DUE HASTE, AS YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS. IF YOU ARE READING THIS MESSAGE, YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU HAVE READ AND UNDERSTOOD THIS WARNING, AND ACCEPT THE FACT THAT OFFENSIVE CONTENT IS CONTAINED IN THIS STORY. AS OF THIS SENTENCE, I AM NOT RESPONISBLE IF YOU ARE OFFENDED, AS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Oh, and before I forget...
I DO NOT OWN CAMELOT, NINTENDO, OR THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC. ELEMENTS, I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO IF I DID, SO WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, SHALL WE MOVE ON TO THE STORY???
Chapter 1 - Darkness Rises
They had no idea what they had unleashed.
Walking amidst the rubble that had once been Mt. Aleph, Alex stood upright, his face displaying the smugness that he felt within his being. One would never have guessed that he had fallen down with an entire mountain. His face was free of scars, his clothes fully intact and almost as new: dark blue trousers with a series of light blue materials as his shirt and cloak. His aqua-shaded hair flowed in the wind, not unlike the waves before a storm.
Oh yes, he mused, a storm was indeed coming. And they were quite unaware about it.
Walking further towards the town, he noted the arrays of tents, of occasional stragglers. Maybe one person looked his way, but no one seemed to notice him. Just as well; if anyone realized who he was, it would ruin the suprise of simply springing his present upon them. Timing was key to delivering his gift to the "heroes," a gift they had earned for placing him where he was in life now. Ah, the sweetness that it would be...
Alex's thoughts were interrupted as he neared, and a few voices caught his attention. In the distance were those bastards, the so-called "heroes," the ones that thought they had saved the world from destruction. Oh, the irony! If only they knew what they had unleashed!
There was Isaac, oh the pure, innocent hero, he who could never do any wrong, who might as well have a bullseye painted on him for villains to target. Felix, the pretty boy who had been on the recieving end of the typical angsty life of having to fight against your past. Garet, the retarded muscle man, a walking cliche if there ever was one. Picard, the fair Lemurian, and about as girlish-looking as Felix, if not more so. Ivan, the dimunitive little shit whose alliance with Garet and Isaac had resulted in the current series of events, looked as short and clueless as ever. Sheba, the fair Jupitarian and quite a sight, if not for the fact that she did not know when to shut up. And Jenna, dear, dear sweet Jenna. She who Alex had sparred with, oh, did she look as delicious as ever, her eyes filled with the fire Alex knew all too well. And Mia, the angelic Mia, the girl that trained Alex in the healing arts.
She of all would be hurt the most by what would happen in the next few moments.
It was Felix that spoke first, "Alex! What are you..."
He never finished the statement; Alex would not allow anyone to ask anything of him again. Raising his left hand, he smiled a demonic grin as an aura of psynergy surged around his arm, his grin growing as he saw them try to scramble for cover.
With a casualness that was almost sadistic, Alex aimed his left arm at Picard, and gasped in pleasure at the feeling of his power leaving his arm, watched as it surged towards the Lemurian, laughing as Picard's tall frame was engulfed in energy. Watched as the Mercurian's figure was disrupted as the energy wave continued through him, surged past him, coming into contact with a building behind the group.
These events happened in only a fraction of a minute, and the resulting explosion of the structure divided the two hiding groups, Felix, Mia, and Jenna on one side, and Ivan, Isaac, and Sheba on the other. Which to handle first? Oh, the choices, choices.
A burst of lightning smacked him in the chest, only to surge back on its caster. With no time to act, the lightning feedback caught Sheba off guard, with litte or no time for her to react before she was cooked alive by her own attack. Not waiting for his opposition to recover from the shock of his new powers (and maybe the loss of one little peon), Alex took aim in a differient direction, firing a blast that, sadly, missed Felix by mere hairs. Alex did not pay heed to the explosion that formed behind the two siblings and Alex's fomer mentor, instead favoring Isaac with an evil grin.
"Behold," Alex spoke, his words filled with such enjoyment that he sounded as insane as they must have thought him, "the power which all of you have given me. Now, witness the power of the Aura!" With that, he merely pointed at Isaac, and a white-hot beam fired, piercing the Venusian in the shoulder, sending him spinning backwards. As he did, he screamed a wail of pain such that Alex would have been suprised if the little bastard still had an arm after that.
Turning away from all parties, he began systematically attacking whatever villagers were dumb enough to not have already sought shelter, as well as any shelter that might have housed the rest. It took literally no time, and no one else dared attack, more out of fear of ending up like Sheba than anything else.
Quite soon, Alex was bored. Most of the villagers were slain, with the odd survivor without a leg or severely burned. Of course, there WERE the troublesome Mia, Jenna, Ivan, Felix, and Isaac (the latter of which was writhing in pain - he did loose that arm), but what trouble could they be? Looks of fear covered their faces, and Alex acted on that fear. Moving fast enough that they never had time, Alex reached Felix, grabbing him by his ponytail and pounding his belly. With a solid kick to the groin of the Venusian, Alex forced him to his knees. With the flash of his powers, Alex ripped the ponytail off of Felix's head, smiling. He turned to begin walking away from the ruins and wreckage and slaughter, casually tossing the ponytail over his shoulder as he did. It was a sign he thought they should understand quite well:
Don't even try to stop me, you can't.
End of Chapter
