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-Denotes thoughts and inner speech-

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The rough divide – chapter 3

Time in a moment

Time flies when you're having fun.

That's how the saying goes isn't it?

For me now, the moments last forever. I wanted to have some fun, wanted time to move again. I didn't want to live in this moment any longer than was necessary.

"I'll kill them," I muttered under my breath as I stood before the seemingly deserted warehouse, "I'll kill them all."

Yes, that would be fun; that would make the moments move faster. Yet I wasn't here to have fun, I was here for her. I am not allowed fun anymore; I never was, not since that day she was taken from me.

"Not allowed happiness, not allowed joy, not allowed love," I breathed out like commandments, walking towards the large rusted door that led inside the dilapidated structure.

I had been driving around for hours before I had figure out what it was I needed to do. Now here I was, ready to fight them, ready to revenge her.

The door fell back easily when I pushed at it, falling to the ground in a crash of dust and dirt. I didn't care about the noise as it echoed disturbingly through empty corridors. If they knew I was coming it would only make it the more interesting when I had to force through their shoddy defences. Imbeciles the lot of them, Esset scum. They were in here, I could tell, I knew. I knew because the voice told me they were.

-Down the corridor to the right, - it said, -their in the central area, the factory complex."

She told me they were there.

"Their in there, the one who helped kill me Ran, the ones who helped murder me.-

I had first heard her when I was driving from the safe house. I thought it had been a figment of my imagination, or even an Esset trick. Yet as I listened more carefully I realised it wasn't, it was her. It was Aya.

I wasn't sure how it could be so. I had always known that, ever since she fell into her coma that there had been a part of Aya-chan in me. I had felt her there, almost like I could feel her wherever I was, knew that she was alright, like a link. My logical mind thought that maybe it had now developed a voice, that link, now that I was seeking her vengeance, that perhaps I was going slightly insane. My irrational mind had decided however that it was her vengeful spirit come to haunt me, her spirit that could not rest due to the horrific manner of her death. All because of me…

-Brother you must concentrate, - her voice was sweet and fair, like balm against my boiling rage, -you cannot afford to lose control.-

"I wont fail you again," I responded to the voice, not feeling in the least bit insane…well not too insane.

Walking the dusty corridors, filled with debris and charred remains of fires made by squatters, I tried to control the anger that raged inside of me. It made me take longer strides than I needed, it made me think about nothing but the flowing of their blood, it made my hand automatically slip to my side to retrieve my katana…but my hand found nothing. I stopped short, looking down to the empty loop where I kept my sword, noticing absently that my shoe laces were still untied. I had left the safe house in such a hurry that I had forgotten to take it from the training room. Cursing under my breath I looked around for a suitable weapon from among the debris surrounding me. A large piece of steel piping caught my eye, its broken ragged edge glinting in the failing moonlight. It would do, anything would do. Yet my logical mind still nagged at me, forcing me to face the fact that I would not be able to defeat four fully trained Esset agents with my shoelaces untied and nothing but a piece of rusty piping for guard.

-Do not fear, - she said softly, again pushing at my rationality until it seemed distant and insignificant, - you have the strength within you. I will give you what you need to avenge me.-

I felt a small smirk twisting the edges of my lips as she said these words. I suddenly felt like I could take on the whole of Schwartz by myself, never mind these four weak murderers. I felt power flowing through my very veins, just at the sound of her voice saying that it was so, and I almost believed for a while that she had truly given it to me. My logical mind tried desperately to gain a foothold, reasoning that this couldn't possibly be true. I ignored it as I turned back to face along the tunnel like corridor and began to walk. The pipe clattered and splintered as it dropped from my hands.

The door into the innards of the abandoned factory was completely different form the rest of the rest of the structure. It was large and grey, made of steel…re-enforced steel. The wall around this area was also new, strengthened so as to stop attack by just knocking down the wall.

Did they really think that no-one would notice the difference? Amateurs. I stood there, wondering how the hell I was going to get past the impassable door when her voice slid through my mind once more.

-Can't you feel it? - she asked me curiously, -Can't you feel your power? It is not insignificant, that which you now posses. Why don't you try it?-

I shuddered as I felt a pulse through my arms, spreading through my body all the way down to my toes. Again that feeling of invincibility seeped into my thoughts; it was that which gave me the arrogance to stand in front of the door, legs apart and steady against the ground; it was that feeling which dared me to place my hand upon the metal of the door and shove. It was that power however which made the strong hinges buckle and twist under the pressure of my hand. My power.

The screaming of metal tore through the air, the groaning of the old building and crumbling of the wall around it. I barely heard the shouts from beyond the door, the hurriedly shouted orders, the scuffling of feet as the small force assembled to face the threat…to face me. My mouth once again formed a smirk as I thought to myself:

-They have no idea what their up against.-

With a final shove the entire section of the wall containing the door gave way and fell to the ground. There was another loud groan of protest from the building, but other than that it did nothing. I looked in shock at the door, but the feeling slowly slipped away. I didn't really care; I was much more interested in the people that were now before me. There were more than four, but there were only four from Esset. The other four I assumed were mercenaries or something of the like as they looked much more shocked by my actions than the Esset agents. They had probably never come across someone who possessed such powers before.

"So," I said as I slowly stepped over the rubble at my feet, the dust settling on my trench coat as I stopped before them, "who wants to go first?"

"Who the hell are you?" one of the Esset agents shouted as he held up the gun in his hand menacingly.

"You fool," anther one spat, "you know damn well that's Fujimiya! He's Weiss, we're supposed to be looking for them, remember?"

"Then what the fucks he doin' here..?" the agent with the gun snapped back.

"Quiet!" a third one shouted authoritatively, and I could only guess that he was their squad leader, "We are not here to argue. Dispose of him."

Before I could blink the Esset holding the gun pulled the trigger. I instinctively closed my eyes and tried to dodge…but something happened that overrode my fear and instinct. When her voice entered my mind this time it was so powerful that it almost blinded me.

-OPEN YOUR EYES!-

So I did, and my jaw fell at the sight. The Esset agents all stood, facing me, weapons drawn, and the one with the gun still held it up. Yet the bullet that was flying from his gun was moving as if through syrup, slowly making its way towards me. I noticed that the men around me were also moving very slowly, as if time itself had slowed down. Before I could do anything else however she once again spoke to me in that blinding voice, that voice that I could do nothing but obey.

-USE YOUR POWER NOW!-

In an instant my hand flew up in front of me, shielding me from the bullet. Before I even knew what I was doing I felt a slight wind against my cheek, I saw the bullet stop suddenly as if it hit a wall and then turn and fly back towards the man who'd fired it. Slowly he fell backwards, bouncing slightly on the ground. Then everything seemed to slip back to normal, and when I blinked everyone was one again moving in normal time.

The blood from the fatal wound seeped through onto his white jacket. The man was dead.

How…odd. Yet, for some reason I did not wish to question this power I know had, this seemingly telekinetic power, and the power of superhuman reflexes and strength. In the short space of time in which I had gained them I had already come to accept them.

The Esset agents were staring at their fallen team member in shock. The mercenaries looked like goldfish, opening and closing their mouths in silent cries of terror and confusion. I just smirked at them and cocked my head.

"Then who's next?"

Then they all flew into action. One of them ran towards me, his hand slowly turning into a ball of flame, while his team mates leapt to the side and drew their own weapons. A pyrokinetic I surmised as I dodged with ease the ball of fire he sent flying towards my head. When he rushed past me, hoping to be able to turn again and let off another projectile I let my arms fly out super fast and catch him by the head. I pulled roughly; his neck twisted with a slick wet snap and he fell to the floor dead.  

I was about to smile again, but then I saw it, saw it as if it were really happening in my head; myself, standing where I was now, being shot to pieces when the mercenaries opened fire. It seemed so real, yet it had not happened yet, and then it was over in the blink of an eye. I pivoted suddenly and then leapt behind a large piece of decaying machinery. Just as my feet flew behind the huge structure a rain of bullets thudded into the far wall of the exposed corridor.

-I…saw it? - I thought, bewildered suddenly by the new sensation still coursing through my mind from the vision.

-Yes, - she said in answer, -you are most powerful now, almost unbeatable. I have given you the ability of precognition. Use it wisely.-

Then suddenly the strange feeling of awe and wonder and fear slowly began to vanish as my reason was once again pushed from my mind. I suddenly felt as if there was nothing strange about having precognitive abilities, it was all perfectly normal.

The sound of whining metal pulled me form my reverie and I started. I felt the machine I was backed up against and using for cover shudder against me. I jumped up. One of the Esset was a telekinetic I assumed as I moved. I took a run and jump, moving faster than the human eye could follow, to land behind the next machine just as the other collapsed onto where I had been standing. I grinned to myself. This was amazing! I couldn't believe this was happening to me, yet in a way it all seemed like it was the way it was supposed to be. Then suddenly another sensation hit me, even more disorientating than the precognitive vision.

-…kill him…I wish I could get that job…how can he move so fast…never told us…wonder what Mary wants for dinner…better pay us more for this…need to paint the car…Fujimiya's a telekinetic?-

I almost bowled over as the rush of voices filled my head, cramming in to every available space and then clamouring away until I thought I would pass out from it. I could hear not only the voices of the men in the room but also the voices of what sounded like everyone else in the entire city! I clutched at my head futilely and only just managed to pitch myself through a hole in the wall which had been made by the fallen machine to safety. I dove through and landed sprawled on the floor just as the mercenaries bullets flew past me.

-Don't be afraid, - her voice was calm amongst the others which invaded my mind,

-you must control them, do not let them over whelm you. Just imagine them all becoming quieter, imagine them in only one part of your mind. Push them together and keep them locked away.-

Again I was helpless but to obey her commands. I didn't even really know how I did it, the same as I wasn't really sure how I had turned the bullet to kill the Esset agent; but somehow I managed to quiet the voices down. Slowly the pain in my head eased, I managed to herd the voices together and push them into a dark unused corner of my mind. I fought back the wave of nausea that threatened to overpower and had to fight to stand up. Yet the more that I pushed the voices, the easier it became to stand. Finally I was once again in control of my mind, and I turned to face the two remaining Esset agents that barrelled though the hole where the door had once been and attacked. The first had a nunchuku, each truncheon like pipe with a long spike attached to the end. The other pulled throwing stars from a pouch at his waist. I just grinned manically at them and then ran forward to meet them in battle.

The voices had become a dull drone now, just beyond my conscious thought, lingering in my mind as I fought. I didn't question them, I just accepted it; just like I accepted everything else that was happening.

The nunchuku came flying up to meet with my face, but I dodged it just in time, jumping to the right as the other agent sent a throwing star at me using his telekinesis. I caught it just before it imbedded in my shoulder and then pivoted to dodge the other agent again, the nunchuku always just to slow to catch me. I could hear his thoughts, just barely.

-This is fucking ridiculous! He's Weiss dammit! They don't have any fucking powers!-

It made me smile. I smiled even more when he flipped his weapon in the air, ready to catch it again, and I snatched it from right in front of his face. Quickly I spun the long this pipes, using them to deflect the incoming throwing stars.

"Shit Vincent!" the now weaponless agent shouted to his commander, "What the hell's going on!?"

They didn't get the chance to finish however, as he soon found himself dodging my own attack with his rather dangerous weapon. I could feel the other agent, Vincent supposedly, pushing against me with his power, yet he wasn't a very strong telekinetic. Well, at least not compared to me. I sent my own power flying back at him just as I brought one of the spikes up through the other agents chin and right into his brain. I let man and weapon fall and turned to inspect Vincent who was now thoroughly buried into the corridor wall. There was blood running from his nose, and from the glazed look in his eyes, the vacant stare, I could tell he was dead.

-You've done well brother, - I was glad to hear her pleased, it made me so happy that she was proud of me, -but you have not disposed of them all. You must kill them all, kill all of them!-

"But they have guns…" I started pathetically, weakly.

-Ignore that! You do not need to get close to them to kill them. They are weak in mind; kill them with your thoughts. Kill them!-

And as I stood there, blood running down my hands, power coursing through my veins, my enemies, her enemies, dead around my feet…I hesitated. I hadn't hesitated the entire night, not since I had made up my mind back at the safe house that I was to be her vengeance. Yet here I was on the eve of my victory and I was having second thoughts! My reason was coming back into play, screaming at me like that Esset agent had done when I impaled him. The thought almost made me vomit.

Then, all of a sudden, my mind seemed to waver and my vision blurred. I found the scenery around me shifting and changing; I tried to hold on to reality but the sensation was too strong. Before long I found myself in another place altogether, disorientated but still standing.

It was a large room with many people standing in it. They were hard to make out but they were in two groups facing each other. It was pitch black apart from a spotlight trained on a table on which lay a girl…

"Aya-chan!" I screamed, but no sound would come from my throat, and when I tried to move I found I was rooted to the spot.

Then I recognised the scene before me. It was the ritual room. It was the day Weiss fought for the final time before everything changed. It was the day Aya-chan died.

"No! You get away from her!" someone cried out.

Then I saw myself in the gloom, Yoji at my side and Omi and Ken behind us. Then there was Schwartz, a barrier between me and Aya-chan. I saw the malice glinting in my eyes in the darkness, the shine on my katana as I drew it from its sheath. Then everything happened at once, just the way I remembered it. I leapt forward, striking out at Berserker who lunged into battle to meet me. Yoji's wire flew out and wrapped around Mastermind's arm as he dodged one of Omi's crossbow bolts. Ken jumped over the heavy box that Prodigy sent at his feet and then also joined the fight, slashing at Oracle as the older man raised his gun.

But I knew what was going to come, and the fight suddenly began to speed up before my eyes, running as if it were a movie with scenes missing, or as everyone was under a strobe light. There was the fight, then suddenly there was light around Aya-chan, then I was leaping for her…but she was already floating in the air, the light swirling around her.

Then the blood began to run from her nose. From her ears. From her eyes.

I saw myself on the floor next with my blade lifted, pointed towards my own stomach. Then Yoji was dragging me away as Schwartz fled through a back entrance.

All that was left was Aya. All alone in the dark covered in blood…covered in her own blood…all over her nice white dress…

Then it was gone. My head span and I fell to the ground, my surroundings spinning sickeningly. Yet despite my disorientation my bloodlust had once again risen. I could feel my anger, my rage, and my fury boiling inside of me, all over her death. Seeing it again, seeing myself helpless again brought it all home. I owed her this; I would do as she said always and forever. My rage continued to build. It was like a tsunami rising, ready to sweep over those who had done her harm, those who helped them, everyone…

The mercenaries suddenly plucked up the courage to run after me, freezing when they saw their dead employers.

I quickly reached out with my mind, wasting no time in finding those threads of speech that I had locked away. I found the ones I was looking for. My eyes narrowed and I let out a terrible cry so high pitched and blood curdling that I wasn't sure how it had even came from my own throat. They quailed before me as I threw my head back screamed louder latching onto each of their minds as they let their guards down.

Then I let my rage flow.

Each one clutched their head at the same time, screaming in agony in both body and mind as I slowly tore their psyche apart.

Then suddenly everything went quiet again.

There was only the dull murmur of the ordinary people of the city going about their night, about their dreams and about their nightmares. I smiled a slow smile as I felt my sister do the same in my mind.

I would be their nightmare now.

AN: Well, that was fun! I've never really written a real action scene before so please let me know how I did. If you liked it then I'll definitely put more in! Oh and our boys from the black are up next chapter! Stay tuned and please R&R!