Gaius winced in pain as he saw himself enveloped in an ominous black mist. For each second spent in the mist, Gaius could feel the points of a thousand knives, digging into him and cutting at his skin from every direction. He struggled to break free, but was unable to reach beyond the black veil. Each attempt to break free seemingly brought the mist tighter around him, now entering his mouth and nose. Gaius started to gag and he found it hard to breathe, as the mist was traveling down into his lungs and throughout every fiber of his body. His eyes started to lose focus, and as he was about to fall to the ground, a shadowy claw-like hand shot out in front of him, emanating from the mist. The hand wrapped its pointed fingers around Gaius' neck, lifting him up and tightening its grip on his throat and trachea. Gaius tried to scream, but the hand kept squeezing tighter and tighter until his life flashed before his eyes...
Gaius came from Pendragon, a small town in the Southern region of the Kanto region, a little ways Northwest of Pallet Town and Southwest of Viridian City. Pendragon wasn't known for much, except for an odd weather phenomena that not even the top meteorologists could explain; nine months out of the year, dense cloud cover hovered over the quaint village, obscuring the sun twenty-four hours a day. For hundreds of years crops and plants were a luxury that could only be grown for a fourth of the year.
That was, until eighty years ago, Charles, Gaius' grandfather, developed the town's first indoor greenhouse; it allowed crops to be grown year round, regardless of the fog or even snow. Charles's immense profits from both selling crops and constructing indoor greenhouses for other farmers provided him with enough money to buy a large tract of land on a hill overlooking the village. He then built a large family mansion and greenhouse which dwarfs all buildings in the small hamlet. His immense wealth brought influence and he and his family quickly rose to the top of the town elite, the family frequently throwing lavish buffets and parties open only to those they deemed worthy. Little had changed in the past eighty years for the family Britannia, as Charles' son Magnus carried on his father's passion for the extravagant, and tried to pass the same predilections to his own son, Gaius.
From the time Gaius was born, he never wanted for anything as his family's wealth ensured he had everything he ever wanted. Although he always had whatever he needed, Gaius never felt any challenge out of life. When he was a child, the young boy idolized his parents and tried to spend every waking moment with them that he could. However, due to his father's business and extravagant nightlife, and his mother's need to accompany him in these ventures, he was frequently left alone or with babysitters.
Gaius never knew much about his mother, other than that she was a Pokemon trainer. Marianne tried to fill his life with Pokemon as much as possible, from children's movies to basic lessons and explanations on how Pokemon lived. Although Gaius never took much of the information to heart, he still enjoyed the experience of spending time with his mother, whenever she was not entertaining guests with her husband.
Hoping to ferment his interest in Pokemon and expand his knowledge, she insisted, to her husband's displeasure, that their son be sent to a Pokemon themed pre-school. After searching for several weeks, she found the school Poke-kids, which offered itself as a friendly and playful learning environment for young children who had an interest in Pokemon. Marianne hoped that Poke-kids would allow her son to experience the same kind of love and enjoyment that she felt with Pokemon since she was a child.
Gaius quite enjoyed his time at Poke-kids. Each day was spent covering a basic concept of Pokemon life, moves, or type differences, with each lesson accompanied by a small, three question quiz at the end of the day. During recess, which lasted for about an hour or so every day, consisted of letting the students play with various forms of Pokemon with teacher supervision. Most of the available Pokemon consisted of baby forms of popular Pokemon, such as Pichu, Cleffa, Smoochum, and Magby. Recess was the highlight of young Gaius' day, as he loved interacting with all types of Pokemon that he was learning about, as well as telling them to practice moves on target dolls which were sometimes used in lessons.
One Pokemon soon stood out during the young boy's time at Poke-kids, a small Pokemon that arrived a few weeks after Gaius started classes there. The Pokemon had two large, cone shaped ears on top of its head; two large eyes, a light blue upper body with a tan mouth, and tan patch on her stomach. Gaius could also see small points or spikes at the bottom of its body, and similar looking points at the end of its hands. The Pokemon also had small tan feet with white nails sticking out from the front, which were only visible when the Pokemon walked across the playground. Gaius learned that the Pokemon's name was Munchlax, and played with that Pokemon every day that he could.
Munchlax also seemed to enjoy the young boy's attention, as most of the other students were interested in playing with other Pokemon, leaving the Normal-type Pokemon feeling rejected when not being played with by Gaius. The large Pokemon began to eventually seek the young boy out during playtime, the act of which caused Gaius' bond with the Pokemon to deepen. As the months went by, another young boy began to take an interest in the portly Pokemon.
The boy's name was Joey, and, at first impression, he was kind and friendly. Joey was slightly shorter than Gaius, with light blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. The boy already owned a Pokemon, which was uncommon for someone as young as the preschool student. Joey's parents had given him a Rattata that they had found in the backyard. The rat Pokemon continuously ravaged the family's garbage and disrupted their outdoor activities, so Joey's father, Lawrence, decided to capture the Pokemon so it could be controlled. Once captured, Lawrence had no use for the Normal-type Pokemon, so he decided to give it to his son so Joey could learn how to take care of Pokemon on a firsthand basis even while at home.
Joey and Gaius regularly played with Munchlax, and each other, during recess. They become fast friends over a short amount of time, with Joey being Gaius' first real friend. Gaius soon made another friend at Poke-kids, a taller, darker-skinned boy named Brandon. Brandon came from the Hoenn region, his parents having recently moved to Kanto because of some kind of internal problems where they were living. Brandon never spoke much about his homeland to his friends, or those in Kanto in general, only saying that there was a conflict occurring there which made his family flee.
Brandon also happened to have a Pokemon that he owned, however his Pokemon was much more than a common Normal-type Pokemon like Joey's Rattata. The dark-skinned boy had a Torchic, which he had gotten from that region's professor before he was forced to flee. Normally, he wouldn't have received a Pokemon until the age of ten, however, the professor granted a special exception to Brandon as he knew that the young boy's family would be leaving for Kanto soon. Even though he had a Pokemon to call his own, Brandon's parents were the official owners of Torchic, and would remain so until Brandon's tenth birthday.
The trio continued to have fun together as their first year at Poke-kids dragged on. Each day brought them something new to do, or something else to learn about Pokemon. As Gaius spent more and more time with Munchlax during recess, he began to dream of one day being able to capture a Munchlax of his own. He hoped that he would be able to even raise one into a big Snorlax, as the young boy thought that the large Pokemon would be a fun playmate just like Munchlax was.
A tragedy struck in Gaius' life when he was just four years old, near the end of his first year at Poke-kids. His mother, Marianne, had been driving the family car back from a long distance drive to Celadon City, when suddenly the car spun out of control and hit a guard rail. Magnus was able to pull his son from the car, but, Marianne was not as fortunate, and she died seconds after impact.
After Marianne's death, Magnus enrolled Gaius in the most elite elementary school in the region, Tomorrow's Leaders. He hoped that the school's upper-class atmosphere would instill in Gaius the family's love for the extravagant, as well as make him move past the horrific car accident. The school was reserved for only heirs, heiresses or the children of other famous celebrities, such as Pokemon professors or actors. While in school, Gaius excelled at all of his classes, attaining the highest marks out of his class every year. He was even advanced a grade ahead due to his high I.Q. and near perfect test scores. Despite all of his academic success, Gaius felt that there was a piece missing from his life, and he sought to discover what it was.
Several years passed from his mother's death and Gaius' life still felt as empty as it had the day after her death. His search to find his place in the World seemed to be in vain, as his time at Tomorrow's Leaders seemed wasted. Instead of truly challenging himself or doing anything of note, he merely went through the motions of the school, completing assignments and attaining high marks in all of his classes. During his free time at home, the young boy tried to do his best to make his father happy, as he partially blamed himself for his mother's death. Magnus seemed not to notice much of the boy's efforts, as he delved into the social nightlife like never before in an attempt to drown his own sorrow over his wife's passing. As time went on, Magnus began to ignore his son completely, instead tasking various servants to interact with Gaius in order to limit his interaction with his own son, as well as trying to find ways to keep his son out of the home as much as possible.
Gaius discovered his life's missing piece during the first year of his schooling at Business Tech, a private live-in high school for the children of wealthy business owners who sought to train their children to follow in their footsteps. [b]Magnus had decided to send Gaius to Business Tech as soon as he was able, allowing himself to effectively completely rid himself of the responsibilities of fatherhood. Gaius, though quite hurt at his father's decision, decided that the only possible option would be for him to excel as his father wished him to. The young man began an intense school study regime, which allowed for very little free time. While his schoolwork allowed him to learn and retain a wide amount of information, he shunned off the community of his peers, rejecting those who would be friends at his school. [/b]
Although he was proficient at math, Gaius still had no interest in his family's fame or fortune. Instead he wanted to make a name for himself, believing that attaining success would be the only way for him to attain his father's love and respect. On his fourteenth birthday, his father sent him two gifts, an expensive digital watch and a state of the art smartphone. Rather than simply enjoy his gifts for what they were, Gaius decided to put his brain to the test to challenge himself.
Business Tech had a sophisticated computer network that restricted anything that the school staff deemed "unnecessary for education". Such restrictions included video games, movies, and especially Pokemon. Gaius of course knew what Pokemon were, as he had interacted with them in his childhood, and had seen maids or butlers use them at his estate from time to time. However, his father felt Pokemon only led to lack of discipline and folly, and forbid Gaius from becoming a trainer or even playing with Pokemon after Marianne died.
Gaius took apart his digital watch and cell phone and jury-rigged the microchip from the watch into the cell phone to increase the phone's processing power. He then designed a bypass of the school's computer network using the secondary chip to create a wireless hotspot even though his phone lacked the capability. Using his enhanced phone, he was able to freely search online without any filters whatsoever.
At first, Gaius looked at the latest video games, which he knew he would never have time to play, and then he looked at all of the movies and TV shows coming out that he would never have time to watch. Finally, he decided to search for the one thing he had not been able to experience firsthand since his childhood: Pokemon.
The screen quickly filled with dozens of pictures, professor's reports, and links to buy official breeders handbooks, battling guides, and encyclopedias on each Pokemon in the Kanto region. Gaius' eyes grew as he read more and more. Evolution guides, Pokemon league rules, where to locate specific Pokemon; Gaius immersed himself in it all and kept reading.
Gaius then logged onto Poketube, the premier video streaming and uploading site for all things Pokemon, and typed in "Famous Pokemon Battles". The top search result was listed as "Latest Championship Challenge", and the video was posted a month ago. Intrigued to see the latest strategies, Gaius clicked the link.
The screen then filled with a video, which Gaius watched intently.
The two trainers were located in a large open room, with slate or stone flooring, and a large statue of an orange dragon with blue wings situated behind the Champion. The challenger was a young girl, about the same age as Gaius, wearing a pink blouse, grey skirt, and a small straw hat on her head. The champion, clad in a black cloak and blue shirt, sporting red hair and a fair complexion, made the first move.
"Go, Dragonite!" He shouted, grabbing a Pokeball from inside his cloak and throwing it onto the battlefield. A large orange Pokemon with a yellow stomach appeared from the Pokeball. The Pokemon also had small blue wings affixed to its back, a tail protruding from its back, and two odd antennas poking out from its forehead. The trainer then waited for his opponent's Pokemon.
She looked at the large Pokemon in front of her, and contemplated her move. "You're the first Pokemon I caught, so I might as well send you first!" She yelled, beaming with energy. She reached to her belt, pulled off a Pokeball and threw it. "Go Munchie!" She yelled, as the ball hit the floor and a small blue Pokemon appeared.
Her Pokemon had a large, portly blue body with a tan circle in the middle, two large, oval shaped eyes, and a wide gaping mouth. Gaius could also see two round, ears on its head, and short stubby arms on each side of the Pokemon's body.
Gaius' mind quickly flashed back to his time in preschool, where he frequently played with Munchlax. The young man smiled as he watched the normal type Pokemon enter the battle. 'I've never actually seen a Munchlax in battle, I wonder what they're capable of.' His eyes became glued to the screen, watching intently as the challenger began to speak.
"Munchie, Thunderbolt the Dragonite!" The young girl exclaimed. "Then follow up with an Ice Beam."
Gaius watched the video as the blue Pokemon ran across the field at a surprising speed for his large size, keeping a distance from the large flying Pokemon. Munchlax then closed its eyes, and a bolt of electricity shot out from his body towards his opponent, who was circling the field.
The trainer cloaked in red finally gave his first command "Dragonite, dodge the electricity and counter with a Hyper Beam!"
The large orange Pokemon quickly flew upward with a flap of its wings, completely avoiding the electric shock of the Thunderbolt attack. He then landed in front of his trainer, and small orange and yellow particles gathered in front of the dragon Pokemon's mouth.
"Oh no, Munchie, cancel the Ice Beam, and aim a Solar Beam right at Dragonite's face! If we time it right we could cancel out or overpower his Hyper Beam!" The girl ordered her Pokemon, as Gaius could see her starting to feel the stress of facing such a strong opponent.
"Munch..." The large blue Pokemon muttered, as green particles started to form in front of its mouth.
Both Pokemon launched their attacks at the same moment, both powerful beams of green and yellow met in the middle of the arena, and a large explosion radiated from where the attacks struck each other. The camera that had been recording the battle had apparently been knocked over by the force of the blast, as the picture in the video turned 180 degrees, and then faded to black.
Gaius was surprised that Pokemon could be that powerful, especially with how the smaller Munchlax was able to go toe-to-toe with a Pokemon three times his size. "If I ever have Pokemon have strong as those two, I might finally gain my father's respect and admiration," Gaius thought aloud, "if I ever am able to go out on a journey of my own, I'll be sure to catch Pokemon as strong as Munchlax and Dragonite, no matter what it takes." Gaius sighed, pondering this possible future, and the wish that one day he could control Pokemon as powerful as those that he had just witnessed.
For several weeks Gaius kept on studying and reading everything he could about Pokemon near his hometown, from how to raise them to be strong, to even the ancient legends of legendary Pokemon. His new field of study eclipsed his schoolwork, and after a month of learning and contemplation of what he wanted out of life, he made an important decision. With a new purpose for his life and new-found determination, Gaius purposely flunked out of Business Tech so he could be sent home where he hoped new possibilities awaited him beyond the school's doors.
Once home, Gaius was verbally lashed by his father Magnus, who spared no limit to show his disappointment in his son. Gaius was stripped of most of his personal belongings by his father, and was forced every day to clean, from top to bottom, four large rooms in the mansion as punishment for his academic failings. Despite the physical and emotional abuse, Gaius continued to hope and dream that one day he would be able to get a Pokemon of his own, and that one day he would be able to make his own path in the world, and finally leave the shadow of his father and his family name behind.
Gaius knew that if he ever wanted to amount to anything with his life, he would have to forsake that which had been handed to him since his birth. He pledged to himself that he would abandon his father's gluttonous ways of overindulgence and partying.
For months Gaius saved whatever minute amount of funds his father saw fit to give him, and worked any odd jobs he could find to earn him money: from waiter to bike messenger to pizza deliverer. All of the various jobs were an extreme annoyance to Gaius, as he would have rather been out of his small, quaint town and on his own journey. After three months of working, he was able to afford a Pokeball from the Poke-mart. Once he returned home, he decided the bright red and white coloring did not suit his style. He worked for another month to save up enough money to buy metallic paint supplies, and painted his Poke-ball completely black. Gaius looked down at the pitch-black ball, happy in the knowledge that the item represented the first step of him achieving his dream.
Even after he possessed his first Pokeball, Gaius had yet to obtain a Pokemon of his own. He looked high and low for a Pokemon to capture, surveying a large grass-covered field on the edge of town, searching for any signs of movement.
He saw several Rattata and a flock of Pidgey, but without any way to weaken them, they all escaped his ball. He needed his father's signature to obtain a trainer's license and a starter Pokemon from Professor Oak, and he knew his father would never consent to his dream. Faced with this knowledge, he started to grow disheartened, until what started as a regular July morning ended up changing Gaius' life forever.
On July Fourth, Gaius awoke dripped in sweat. He had just experienced the most horrific nightmare of his life, in which he was surrounded by a dark veil which was slowly killing him.
"Wow…what was that?" Gaius thought to himself "I've never had a dream like that…it was so dark...so...horrible...I didn't think I would ever get out. Thank god it was only a dream." As soon as Gaius rose from his bed and his eyes focused on the world around him, he could tell something wrong was. He quickly scanned his surroundings to see if he could determine what was amiss. His room was all in place, all four large bookcases against the far wall, books seemingly undisturbed, all of his school accolades and awards were still neatly hung or placed on his dresser.
"What could be different," he thought as he scrutinized the room in more detail. Despite the appearance of normality, Gaius still had an odd sense in the back of his mind, that something was off, and that something was very, very wrong. Finally, Gaius sniffed the air, and his nose flooded with what could only be the scent of a burning fire.
"What's that smell?" He pondered. "It smells like a bonfire, but we only have those at night during the summer months, there's no reason for father to have one at ten in the morning." Gaius quickly ran a comb through his long black hair, threw on his black t-shirt and grey jeans from the previous night and walked across his large, grey-colored room to reach the doorway. As his hand touched the doorknob, his hand felt intense heat, as if the knob on the other side was engulfed in flames. Incredibly startled by this sensation, he jumped back several feet, and quickly examined his hand. At first glance his hand had no visible damage, and he felt no damage or breaks in his skin after running his fingers against his palm.
"The doorknob felt as hot as a stove or iron," he exclaimed aloud. "There is no way my hand could touch a surface that hot and not be severely burned. Something strange is going on, and it's going on right on the other side of that door!" Determined to figure out what could cause such an oddity, Gaius gripped the hot doorknob and turned it, slowly opening the door and revealing what was on the other side.
As Gaius peered through the open doorway, he could see the master living room was in flames. Streaks of fire rippled across nearly every inch of the walls and ceiling, covering his father's coveted artwork and tapestries and surrounding the priceless chandelier that hung on the raised ceiling. Upon further inspection, none of the objects seemed affected by the blaze. The paintings were perfectly intact, the wallpaper undamaged, and the chandelier still precisely attached above the room. Curious, Gaius reached out and touched the nearest wall to examine the nature of the fire. While hot to the touch as he expected, his hand remained undamaged, just as it did when he grabbed the door knob.
"Something must be causing this...some delusion or trickery or something…there is no way this is a natural phenomenon," Gaius thought aloud, "I must find my father, he should be able to deduce the cause, or at the very least put a stop to this madness." The young man quickly ran across the living room and opened a door that led to his father's hallway, his study and his adjacent bedroom. Gaius tested the fire as he entered the hallway and noticed no change in its behavior or appearance. He quickly went to the study, and looked around. The room was also aflame, with various papers and ledgers strewn about the floor. A quick check of adjoining bathroom proved fruitless, as Magnus was not there, either. Gaius then went down the hallway to his father's bedroom, the only other likely place his father would be.
Gaius opened the bedroom door, quickly looked around the room. All of his father's valuable trinkets and jewels were out of place, and the expensive Arcanine fur rug looked matted and stained black, as if someone had spilled a beverage. A seemingly empty bottle of "Indigo Pride" wine was tipped over at the edge of the rug. He finally could see his father knelt down on next to his bed, trying to stuff wads of cash and other valuables into a small suitcase. Gaius again searched the room, trying to see if he could deduce the cause of these events, but could find no cause. At hearing the door open, his father closed the suitcase and turned to look at his son.
"I…oh Gaius," Magnus exclaimed, "our home must be haunted by vengeful demons who are jealous of our wealth and success. We must flee and have an exorcist or some other mystical figure drive these monsters away!" Magnus wailed, still clutching the stuffed suitcase and holding it against his chest. "I've gotten what I can, and I was going to wake you as soon as I was done here," Magnus explained, "I'm so glad you were able to wake up and help me. Here, take this suitcase and I can try to load another one before we leave. I want to get the Johto china from the main dining room if we get the chance. You know I paid a small fortune for that stuff, it's coated in real Mt. Silver silver, and that stuff doesn't come cheap."
Gaius looked at his father, he slowly hung his head and looked towards the ground. A minute passed before he began to speak. "You've only cared about the money, haven't you? Success, wealth, fame, that's all you ever cared about, right?" His voice slowly deepened, and he opened his eyes and looked at his father.
Magnus looked up, hoping to explain himself to his son, but what he saw shocked him more than any fire ever could. Gaius' eyes were pitch-black, instead of their normal bluish-grey. There were no pupils or corneas, just simply a pure black coloring that covered his entire eye. "Son, you know I love you. You're everything to me, and I want you to be successful so that you can lead the family business when I retire. Now, there is obviously something strange going on here...with the fire...and with your eyes, but I'm sure we can get it all fixed. Just come with me and we'll take our things and go to a hospital to get you checked out."
"Father, you seem to think there is something wrong with me, or that the fire and my eyes are connected somehow," Gaius chuckled "you're wrong, on both accounts as well." A wide smile spread across Gaius' face, and a dark aura slowly emanated from his body. "You and your parties, and your buffets, and your lavish lifestyle, they were never about caring for me, or even running the company which you claim to love. That was all just for increasing your own profile and making everyone like you...how pathetic you are and how far you have fallen from the great man you could have been. If only you had not eaten half the city on a weekly basis." Gaius sneered and slowly raised his right hand towards his father. "You know, what we have here isn't even a demon, father, it's something much simpler, mere trickery at the hands of a bored passerby. Reveal yourself or perish!" Gaius screamed, seemingly at the air. Within a few seconds, a Gengar appeared a few feet in front of his father, and Gaius laughed at the sight of the ghost Pokemon. "See father, what you were foolish to think as sorcery or a demon was a simple Pokemon. If only you had studied them at all during your life, you would know what ghost Pokemon are capable of. Illusion, misdirection, that's all common to them. Sadly though, this one will have to learn his place in the world." Gaius clenched his fist, and a black aura surrounded Gengar.
The ghost Pokemon shuddered, seemingly under immense pain from the field that encircled him. Gengar looked wide-eyed at the standing human. In all of his travels haunting the Kanto region he had never seen such an occurrence, and would think such an action impossible. The Pokemon tried to phase through the floor, but he was seemingly paralyzed, unable to move an inch or use any of his powers. The flames began to flicker slowly as the ghost Pokemon felt immense strain and pressure. The field seemed to drain his energy, and it was a struggle to stay conscious, let alone to continue to project the fire illusion. After several minutes of trying to move to escape from the strange human, the Pokemon collapsed, and his fire illusion vanished.
"Wonderful, now that he's dealt with we can finish saving our belongings...and get you to a hospital," Magnus weakly suggested to his son.
"You are mistaken to think that I need a hospital father, though I am not sure if the same can be said of you in a few minutes," Gaius playfully retorted.
"Son, something is obviously wrong...this...what you can do...this isn't natural...this has to be some virus or disease or something...you need help," Magnus pleaded hoping for a rational response from his son.
"Not natural? You couldn't be any further from the truth. If you only knew what was truly going on, but, I do not think you are ever going to find out," Gaius laughed playfully. "Before I deal with you though, I have to take care of something first." Gaius reached into his pocket, and pulled out the black Pokeball he had bought a month earlier.
"Pokemon?" His father asked, obviously confused by this development as well
"Since when do you have a Pokemon?
Gaius threw the ball at the collapsed Pokemon, and after three seconds it made a low beeping noise. "Since now," Gaius replied, "and now to deal with you, father," Gaius slowly paused, examining the situation, "whatever are we doing to do, huh?" He asked, not actually expecting a reply. "You, who tried to force me to become a carbon copy of yourself instead of letting me fulfill my own dreams, you, who sent me off to a boarding school because you could not be bothered to be a real father, as counting your money was more important...well," Gaius paused again, and a smirk crept across his face "well you're just going to have to die I guess. No way you can live after seeing me like this. You'll go blabbing to all your party friends on your phone the second I leave the room, and I just can't allow that to happen."
"Son, no one has to know about…about your special gift," Magnus begged, "please, whatever you do, don't do something that you'll regret for the rest of your life, this can be our little secret."
"Sorry father, but watching you spill your secrets after being plied with drink makes me doubt you could keep such a bargain. Besides, even if I did want to accept such an offer...ending you is much more fun, and certainly no less than you deserve!" Gaius raised his hand, and an identical black aura engulfed his father Magnus, causing the man to twitch violently and grip at his chest. "They'll just this is a heart attack, caused by your immense fear of the fire that Gengar caused. The authorities will never suspect this!" Gaius laughed, reveling in his father's pain.
"Gaius, please, don't do this. This isn't you!" Magnus pleaded, feeling his heart racing and burning from the inside-out. "I sent you away, and that was wrong. I was just worried, and scared, after everything that happened...about what happened to Marianne..." His voice trailed off, not wanting to remember his wife's tragic death. "What I did wasn't right, I know that…we can fix things, and be a proper family again, just...please stop." Magnus looked into his son's eyes, hoping to see a glimmer of light, of the son that he once knew. However, he saw only pure blackness.
"Too late to fix things now father." Gaius playfully waved his finger in disapproval. "You can't expect one fake heart to heart speech to erase everything you've done. The time to make you pay for your pathetic waste of a life is now!" Gaius clenched his fist tight and Magnus, still twitching in pain, began to move less and less, until he finally lay still on the floor. Gaius' eyes cleared and returned to their normal blue-grey coloring, and then he collapsed onto the floor.
A/N: This is my first story that I've ever written. I'd like feedback if possible