Hoooooooooly sweet moly this took long. DAAAAAAMN YOU CALCULUUUUUUUS!

Anyways, yeah. Finally back.

Okay, to be fair, it wasn't just school. My friend showed me the English patch of PSO2 and weeeeeeeell things went downhill. So yeah. His fault too.

As usual: REVIEW REPLY, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kurasabe: Damnit, you just said the hint I was going to give for the Foquet fight DX Now I must think of a new one! And I'm glad you're enjoying the story, 'cause I sure as hell enjoy writing it.

Malix2: Thanks for the support! Hopefully you like this chapter as well!

TeninChwang: Well, Gig isn't so simple as some might think. That, and saying 'no' to Kirche is more of saying 'yes' the way I saw her character.

necrofantasia: Yes, Gig isn't a villain, but remember that this is from his eyes, and from his point of view, he is a villain. However, in actuality, he really isn't a villain, but more of an antihero.

Guest: Well, someone's bloodthirsty, aren't you? XD But hey, I guess you'll see if Gig does kill someone.

Jeggets: Yeah, Kirche always seems to get shut out. I probably should go take a look and see if there's a crossover where the protagonist does get wooed by Kirche…

Sparxthehdgehog: Well, good to know someone likes the karma point system! And I might consider putting the author notes at the end of the chapter for the next chapter as it does seem more organized (as you pointed out), so I might try that out next time. Hope you like this chapter!

Guest: Pffffft, you know it! Or he might call her Backpain Squared. XD …And now I must go make a list of names that could apply for Tiff when Gig sees her.

PEJP Bengtzone V2: Gig actually has no problem seeing himself as a meta-human, however he is disgusted at how he used to act because of it. And don't worry, the blood transfusion should be coming… hopefully soon enough, since I have a plan on when it'll show up.

Guest: This Fic is based somewhat off both. It's a lot easier for me to run through the wiki on the anime for a summary, but the LN does have some parts that I'd like to cover as well. And yes, the dictionary does indeed define villain XD

.com: Oh sweet, that's great to know! Also, just out of curiosity, would it be possible to make a giant spinning drill out of iron bits?

NotSoSlimSh4dy: Oh yes, if Tabitha and Kurt teamed up there would be absolute hell on their enemies.


Chapter 4: Power Surge

"What defines a villain?"


"Morning, Siesta," I called out, casually strolling into the kitchen. I didn't have Derflinger with me at the moment, seeing that everyone had always stared at it, and he had made a point that he didn't like people staring at him all the time.

…That's odd, no reply.

"She running late?" I asked to no one in particular, hoping to get perhaps a jolly remark about how she was tired from staring at my window all night, to which normally Siesta would then come in and deny everything with a face that rivaled a tomato. Unfortunately… no one met my gaze, all of them suddenly finding the floor or their work interesting.

"Marteau…" I growled, left hand clenching in rising rage.

"W-why, good morning, Our Storm-"

"Where's Siesta?" I asked, putting on a fake and unnerving smile, "Because considering that no one has said she's running late, something's up. I'd like perhaps, an answer."

"She…" he paused, before letting out a sigh, "Was taken. By Count Mott."

An involuntary flash of red electricity down my arms caused a shriek of surprise, someone have dropping two plates that shattered on the ground, "Thank you. Marteau, I'd advise you keep dinner warm. I'm going to have her back here by then."

"But… he's not like Sir Guiche, Gig." Oh, Marteau's using a name other than 'Our Storm'. This is a hella of a lot more serious than I initially thought, then, "He's a Triangle class water mage, and also connected with the crown. He won't be like anyone you fight here, and with the storm coming…"

"Storm?" I let a predatory grin come onto my face, "Marteau, he may be able to manipulate the storm, but when I'm around, I am its master. I'll rain down upon him with the force of one hell of an angry man. Who happens to shoot lightning out of his hands. Still, have dinner ready, because I'll try to have her back by then."

The mood of the room suddenly changed, "I knew you wouldn't be afraid!" he cheered, "That's Our Storm for you, everyone!" he turned to someone in the back, "And you, how dare you have doubt in his ability! Of course he'll get our darling Siesta back!"

"Where's his residence then?"

"I wouldn't know," Marteau shrugged, "I'm sure one of the noble's children here are bound to know."

"Thanks. Take care."

As I left, the somber atmosphere became one of hope, as they readied to have Siesta back. As I thought about the black haired maid, my thoughts overlapped with memories of home. Cynthia and Siesta had looked so similar…

…A single thought about if Cynthia had been taken flashed across my mind, and red lightning shot out and hit a chair nearby.

No, I shouldn't be thinking about this. Cynthia and Siesta aren't the same person. This is different, though I'd do the same for Cynthia, albeit for different reasons… ish. They're both friends, but I think if Cynthia was taken I'd do a lot more than what I'm going to do now.

Hm… though who would know about who's connected to the crown and where they live that I can ask without arousing suspicion?

Louise is obviously out, and so is Tabitha. Kirche would attempt to blackmail me for some… favors and isn't reliable. That leaves…


"GUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHE!" I roared, kicking down the door to the courtyard. The curly haired blonde in question screamed in terror as he fell off the chair, but picked himself up and started running. Meh, I think I came out here a little too aggressively. I think he thinks I'm about to kill him. Meh.

I easily chased him, grabbing the back of his flowing cape and dragging it back, causing him to hit the ground. I then brought out my red Gigawatt blades and held it near his throat.

"You've got thirty seconds to tell me where Count Mott is and how I get there."

"W-what!?"

"You heard me, start talking! Before I stop your damned heart!"

"E-east! Go east!" he screamed, writhing in my grip as if he could escape.

"Not good enough," I seethed, "I need directions!"

"F-follow the road out of the school! Third intersection make a left! P-please don't kill me…!"

The blades vanished and I took a step back, "Good. Now, don't tell anyone I asked you about this, or there'll be hell to pay, you hear me?" He nodded meekly, "And for your sake, you better hope you're right."

Afterwards, I put my headphones, MP3 player, and phone that I had carried around with me away, leaving them stowed away underneath Louise's skirts in her drawer, then also grabbed my cloak and Derflinger, who had asked me to start calling him Derf.

"Partner, I don't like this feeling I'm getting around you," I had also noted that the runes still had this faint glow whenever I held Derf in my hands, though there were no thoughts, and thusly I ignored it for now. I'd figure out a way to completely negate its effects, but as long as it isn't trying to convince me with the power of suggestion, I think I'll be fine.

"What sort of feeling?" I asked, leaping out the window, floating down using my Static Thrusters.

"I'm getting a feeling of vengeance… destruction… it's scary. But you're my partner, so I'll go where you'll go."

"Just tell me if you don't want in on a fight, ever, Derf." I shrugged, touching down and starting to jog to the stables, where I was going to tell what was going on to the stable head and go over to Mott, "Because I won't make you be in a fight if you don't want to. I don't exactly like dragging people into personal stuff."

"Nah, it's fine, partner. Unless you start doing some really cultic stuff, I think I'll stick around with you. Besides, you're the most fun person I've ever been wielded by! Not every day that you find a guy who can control electricity!"

"Define cultic." I said with a small grin.

"Hanging people in the name of whatever deity you serve, human sacrifices, that sort of thing." He explained. I still have no idea how the hell he can even speak, "You don't seem like the type for that though."

"Of course not," I opened the door to the stables, finding a man sitting there, tending to the horses, "Excu-"

"I know," he said, turning around, his brown eyes filled with glee, blonde hair unkempt, "Marteau sent someone 'een advance. Come 'en, I'll take you there."


"So, you seem oddly cheery about this, considering that I've made it more than obvious that I'm going there to probably kill him painfully and then burn down his home while hopefully not killing anyone innocent," I offhandedly and casually commented as we travelled down the road rather hastily (having already made the left that Guiche told me to make), me sitting in the back area of the wagon-thing, making sure my knives were all sharpened up and ready to go.

"Lost mah' daughter, precious leen' thing 'bout a week 'go," he said, accent still undetermined. Whatever, trying to figure out accents, especially in another world, is annoying, and I'm not even going to bother anymore, "By tha' way, name's Charles."

"Kurt," I said back, "Most people just call me Gig, though."

"Storm's ah brew'een." He gestured up at the sky, which as we travelled closer to Mott's home, got darker and darker, "Not sure I can go all the way."

"Drop me off then; if it starts raining. I want you to make it back before you get holed up in a ditch or something," I offered, because I really didn't want to strand the poor guy because I was on a warpath, "I can walk, don't worry. I had to walk all the time back home."

"Aye, then." He nodded.

We continued silently for the rest of the time, the only sounds heard were the bumps of the wheels as they wore on this dirt road. I let some of my stored electricity I had absorbed flow down my arm, merely to check on it, as it changed every now and then. Huh, it's looking a less white than before, almost back to its normal dark blue tint that flashed red at times.

I still hadn't done much studying on that rock I picked up, but I hadn't really the time so far. I knew running a current through it would mean trouble, so that's a second reason I had Louise get me some gloves so I could handle it with less risk of triggering it. Maybe I could get some help from the Professor Colbert guy, he did seem to have a scientist mindset.

I looked up to the sky as the roar of thunder interrupted my thoughts, "You should probably stop for now. I'll get walking."

Charles stopped the wagon, then I hopped off and gave him a wave, "Thanks, really helped me there."

"Jus' go down the road," he said, "Can't miss it if the boy was right."

"Thanks."

"Give 'im hell for us!" he cheered as I started jogging.

"With pleasure!" I called back, a confident smirk growing on my face. Ooooh, yes, this was going to be fun.

Said fun was diminished as I walked, starting to get wet from the rain. I pulled my cloak in close and put my hood from my sweater from my world, blocking the rain from getting onto my head. The wind began to blow as well, and it stung like hell in my eyes.

"Partner, maybe it's just me, but maybe you're actually controlling the storm." Derf suggested, "Ahahaha! Imagine that! The storm rising just because you're upset!"

"Very funny," I growled, feeling the electron movement up in the clouds. This storm was certainly going to be a big one, I'll give you that much. Maybe it does have a link to my appearance in this world, though. Though that would amazing… and also quite scary. For everyone else, not so much me. Hell, if I could bring in a storm just by being pissed, then this world is going to be a tad bit screwed.

"Never seen a storm as bad as this one, though," Derf continued, "Always been in that shop, but never did I look out the window for a potential partner and see a storm this terrible."

Puddles were beginning to form on the ground, and while my boots kept the water out, my natural sort of 'electric aura' caused electricity to surge into them every now and then, meaning anything that stepped in the water while I was in it probably would get shocked to death. At least the rain isn't coming down hard enough where I start accidentally running currents through the water, because I can take a bit of water on me. Hell, if I couldn't, whenver I would sweat I'd probably have gotten killed. But as long as I'm not partially submerged I should be good.

Lightning flared far in the distance, and I could begin to see the outline of the house I sought. My feet were sore by now, and I had no idea how far or long I had been walking. Maybe for an hour or so, I couldn't tell, as the clouds above had long pushed the sun away.

With an irritated growl, I marched up to the front gates, where two guards awaited. I pulled my hood down, further covering my eyes and silver hair. Can't wait to get inside and wreck his world…

"Halt! This is the territory of Count Mott, royal Messen-" they didn't have time to finish as super-heated blades of electrons made their way through the two of them, sizzling them in their armor and stabbing them at the same time. They collapsed, red blood leaking out and tainting the water that ran.

"Sheesh Partner…"

"Don't like doing that but I'm on a mission." I mumbled, continuing across the grounds. I also felt like I was being watched, so I let out a Radar Pulse. Nothing… except I don't think that's a ruby in that stone dog's eyes.

My theory was proven correct as the red eyes flared, a flying stone dog charging at me. With a sigh, I brought down my Gigawatt blade and sliced it in half, two stone pieces landing to my sides.

"You know Partner, you don't even really need me here, with that white blade of yours."

"Well Derf, let's just say that I think you're special, and one day will probably be a hell of a lot better than those blades… though then again… Perhaps you want the honors of saving Siesta?"

"Haha, you've got me excited now, Partner! No wonder the ladies like you so much!" he laughed, "And of course, what sword wouldn't want the honor of saving the fair maiden from the hands of a villain?"

"Good to know, and shut up about that. Kirche was only using me to get the Louise," I mumbled, arriving at the front door. I threw off my soaked cloak to the side, knowing it would only weigh me down. Well, let's bring an old New Marais tradition to this world, shall we?


Siesta stood, petrified as Count Mott stood nearby, walking around her, as if admiring a trophy. Inwardly she cursed the Headmaster of the school, for selling her like this. While the extra money would be nice to send to her family, she wondered for how long she could endure this sort of job. Being a… mistress had its advantages and disadvantages after all.

Most of all, she'd never see that hero of hers again.

As Count Mott began to place his hands on her shoulder and slowly drift down, the door blew wide open.


"GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF HER!" I roared, electricity sparking all around me, two knives flying from my hands, accelerated to fire almost like a mini-railgun, but a hell of a lot sharper. Mott hissed in pain as one of them nicked his hand, causing it to bleed. However, he merely took out his wand, mumbled something, and then it healed.

…Damnit, water mages heal.

"Aaahaha," he chuckled, playing with his curly moustache while facing Siesta, "Is this perhaps a fiancé you left behind when you came to serve me?" Son of a bitch, he's ignoring me! "Well, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, good sir, but you see, she's chosen me, my wealth, and my handsomeness over your… brutishness."

"Well fuck you too," I growled, "Now, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news as well, but you've got a choice. One, release Siesta, and I'll let this go," Not really, obviously, "Or two, I can fry your ass like a fish."

"What insolence," he calmly stated. He mumbled something else, and guards poured into the room, surrounding me. Iron armor. What hilarity.

Before they could do anything, I manipulated a magnetic field and sent them all to the ground. As they tried to get up, I let the electric current flow, frying all of them in their armor.

I could see that as I delivered more and more pain, hearing the screams of the guards, my lightning lost its white-blue tinge, now becoming redder with each passing second. Hmph, fitting. I'm not exactly in a good mood, after all.

"Any last words?" I growled, "Not that I'll listen. The dead have no use for words."

Mott grabbed Siesta by the shoulder and shoved her back, the wall behind him fading away into a small chamber. Siesta stumbled into said chamber, which then sprang up iron bars to keep her locked inside, "Now, we wouldn't want the fair mistress in the way of this battle, would we? You should thank me, that chamber took a lot of money to buy the enchantment from an Earth mage. Now, you impudent commoner, it's time to see the futility of your struggle."

He added a flourish as he called out again, "I am Mott the Wave, a Triangle Class water mage, and royal messenger!" he declared, raising his wand, "And this maiden is mine!"

"My name is Kurt Bright, but most people call me Gig." I growled, thunder roaring in the background in synchronization with my voice, "But to those who have experience my wrath, I am the Master of the Storm!"

Taking the initiative, I dashed across the room, up the stairs, right for Mott as I drew Derflinger, electricity pumping down my arms as a nasty side effect of my powers when I'm angry, the electricity as red as the jewels on that fake blade I had seen. Mott let out a stream of… damnit, water.

I sidestepped then leapt onto the railing, sliding down said railing, but leapt off before he could aim another stream at me. Landing with a small grunt, I continued my onslaught, pushing up the carpeted stairs. Well… let's just see if Mott's as resistant to fire as I am, eh?

With a smirk, I set fire to the carpet and wood with my lightning, causing him to have to put it out, leaving an opening for me. I'd have to incapacitate his hands, make sure he can't heal since without a proper channeling device he can't use his magic. Luckily there's a shield nearby on the wall for emergencies.

Dodging another stream, I ran up the wall and kicked off, backflipping to avoid another hit. Is this all this guy can do? Toss water streams at me? Granted, it could actually harm me, but still, how the hell did anyone lose to this guy if he can only shoot water? You'd figure an archer or two would shoot his eye out or something, then as he healed, stab him in the back.

"Partner! Sheath me, I'm only going to weigh you down if you have to run with me in your hands! We can find another slimeball to end that you can use me for later!"

"Alright, alright!" I yelled, putting Derf away.

Tch, with all this water, best end this quickly, before he can draw it out and constantly heal with his magic. Now if only the electron movement in the sky was in my favor… But yet there's this part of me… one that wants to cause him pain for this. For those that came before me and were unable to do anything to defend their loved ones that were forcibly ripped from their hands by this bastard. I'll be that vengeance that was so longed for.

Despite that wish for inflicting pain, I went in for the kill, but he launched another stream of water at me. Yanking the shield off the wall with magnetic forces, I used it to divert the water away from me. It began to seep onto the floor, and every time I stepped in the small puddles, electricity would shoot down, not hurting me, but they could reveal a possible weakness.

"Allow me to show you why I am called the Wave!"

I bit back a curse as the water from below all started rising up and rushing towards him. A second later, a massive wave came for me, forcing me to launch a Lightning Grapple to the hanging chandeliers, which left me open. After that subsided, I floated back down on my Static Thrusters, touching the water, which continued to seep down all over the floor.

Immediately, the entirety of the puddle lit up with red electricity, however Mott was standing at the top of the stairs where the water hadn't risen to.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the air suddenly felt a lot colder, and I looked up, seeing ice beginning to form. Oh hell no.

It was like Tabitha's massive ice crystal, except against me. I've got at best a few seconds to stop it from hitting me.

Focusing on the magnetic fields, before the ice crystal could launch, I manipulated a magnetic field around it and did the same around me, making them the same charge, effectively forming two massive magnets that would repel each other. This should hopefully work-!

I redoubled my efforts as Mott launched the ice crystal spear at me, white death speeding at me.

My head began to ache as I strained to keep up the magnetic fields, not being used to manipulating magnetic fields of this size, but in order not to be impaled by giant ice shard, I have to do this-!

It seemed to slow as it neared me, but I had to make sure that I wouldn't be impaled by the giant ice spear-crystal-thing. Just need to… increase… magnetic field… radius…!

I grit my teeth, growling. The growl eventually turned to something else, "HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I roared, throwing the crystal into the ceiling with some help of super repelling fields, having increased the radius of my magnetic field to push it up into the sky. It broke through the ceiling, rain pouring down upon us.

"No matter," Mott waved his wand, and the massive shard broke midair, becoming a hail of small, streamlined spikes. Turning back to the bodies, I brought them near me with more field manipulation as they were wearing iron armor and held them up as human shields. They were already dead, so it didn't matter too much, and the blood ran through the water, staining it dark red as ice continued to impale them, "And you've given me the advantage."

"Really now?" I held back a smirk, feeling the electron movement up above while dodging falling ceiling pieces. Some of them fell to block the entrance behind me, which stopped the water from flowing into the next room. Well, looks like I'll have to finish this quickly should I not want to short circuit myself to death. Water's still at just toe level, and I've got waterproof boots on. Need to make do with what I've got.

Siesta had been watching the whole time, eyes transfixed as I ran forward again, the splish-splash of the water echoing in the room. Mott was careful now, trying to hit me from far away, and at times, manipulating the water to try to attack me while I ran in it with a spell or two when he wasn't thinking about my ever-so-slow advancement on him.

I leapt left as another water spike rose out of the ground, had it smashed into me and knocked me into the water, I'd have been a dead man. The pieces of debris that were safe spots were far and few, though I managed to climb upon one of the fallen chandeliers, but had to leap off as he fired another stream of water at me.

I'd shoot myself right next to him with a Lightning Grapple, but that would leave me a little too vulnerable as I'd be travelling in a straight line, plus if I had to cancel my movement, I might be too high up and sink too far into the water.

Also, if you're wondering why I don't just railgun him, let's just say that the railgun would be too fast. It would end him quickly, and I intend to make him suffer now. I probably should've done that in the beginning of the battle, but I suppose that there was part of me that really wanted him to slowly die.

I hissed as ice spikes replaced the water streams, which honestly would've been hella painful. I mean, it probably wouldn't kill me because bullets kinda just bounced off of me but still hurt like a bitch. Though there were times that hail would rain down rather than water with Mott's annoying ice powers, which was even more annoying to dodge.

All in all, this fight was getting annoying too fast.

Throwing another Lightning Grapple at the chandeliers, I flew up to avoid another stream of water. There were multiple ones, so I started cutting them down off the ground, hearing the metal and glass break as said chandeliers smashed into the ground, giving me a few places that I could hop on while the water level was still low enough.

"Don't worry Siesta," I laughed, hands sparking as I fired at Mott, trying to complete the current between him and my hands, but the SOB kept bringing up a water stream that would stop the current from completion, mainly because I'd lose focus and have to dodge, "I'll have him done in no time. Also, I asked Marteau to keep dinner warm. I'll have you home by then."

Another hail of ice crystals came for me, and I drew Derf and also felt the Badass Tattoos of Brainwashing (the runes) in my hand try to implant thoughts in my head.

…Well, I always did want to do a scientific analysis on these things. Might as well see what the hell they do.

I let the current flow, and the world slowed.

As the onslaught came, I cut through the crystals with sheer ease, relishing in this new power. Yeeeees, this power is amazing! While it doesn't do much for my electricity powers, it certainly boosts me more than my standard nerve circuit speed up! Although I did take a few hits here and there, they were nothing.

Mott took off as I came down for the kill, flying like those kids on day one had. I couldn't do much from here, except for pursuing him by chaining a bunch of Lightning Grapples together. Which is exactly what I did, following him into the air, manipulating fields to push myself here and there, putting away Derf as I launched myself through the air. Once I was on the roof, I stuck to running, just as I had done in New Marais, trying to complete the current again. This time, he was vulnerable, which caused him to stumble as he lost concentration.

With that loss of concentration, he fell onto the roof of the building. Damnit, he wasn't far enough where it would kill him, but yet part of me is glad that I'll be able to do the deed myself rather than leave it to gravity.

It is time to kill.

All around, I pursued him as he tried to run away. He'd try to fly again, but an electromagnetic shockwave would toss him down, and the runes were only increasing my speed and balance, as I never slipped while running.

Mott on the other hand, was not so lucky, falling multiple times, but never losing his wand.

Eventually, I managed to chase him in a massive circle and once we were close to the hole I made, I kicked him back down, but he managed to float down and land safely out of the water.

I Thunder Dropped right onto the floor, electricity surging throughout the entire massive puddle. Mott screamed in pain as a loose bolt from the massive surge hit him, but didn't kill him.

"Kurt!" I turned and saw Louise, Colbert, and Tabitha. Damnit, Guiche must've told them.

I smiled (probably giving them the wrong idea), bad mood fading away as the electron movement in the sky starting to be in my favor.

With a psychotic laugh of a man that was enjoying this way too much to the point of it being absolutely criminal, I leapt up onto a fallen chandelier as lighting struck from above, engulfing me in its light. Electricity surged across the water, and I could feel the heat. Without my passive resistance to heat, I'd have been dead just by standing in this damn water, possibly even just being close to water, and having all of this lightning.

"Ha! Even the heavens agree that I deserve to win, you filthy mongrel commoner!" Mott declared, obviously looking away from the bright light, seeing that it would be somewhat blinding.

It's time for a wakeup call, Mott. You and the rest of this world.

"Did you know…" I growled, while all the time laughing is sadistic glee, "…that the heavens have multiple ways of saying 'fuck you'?"

"What?!" he screamed, as the lightning made its way towards him, transfixed in fear.

"I am one of them. Die!"

The last I heard was the screams, before the lightning strike ended.

Oh, trust me, I wasn't done with him yet. I had stopped the strike just enough for him to feel a lot of pain, but certainly not kill him. Not yet.

It's so nice how lightning is pretty much negative electrons coming down to the positive ground, and I happen to be able to control electron movement, meaning that when there's a lightning strike in the area, the lightning of the storms is mine to command.

Heh, Master of the Storm sure is a fitting title. But enough of this internal thinking.

I walked over calmly, red lightning shooting through the water (luckily the three were behind the debris, so the water didn't reach them) with every step. Wouldn't want to inadvertently kill someone innocent now, would I?

Surprisingly, Mott was still alive, but wheezing with every breath. His clothing was charred, face and skin burned. I stepped out of the water and onto the stairs, the water no longer dangerous the instant I stepped out, very obvious by how it stopped shooting red lightning through the entire massive puddle every few seconds.

"Gig!" Colbert called out, probably knowing what I planned on doing.

"He's alive," I yelled back before grabbing his throat and dragging him across the floor, "Though for how much longer, I don't know."

"You… you don't have to kill him!" Colbert shouted, "I know you're angry, but don't do this! We can take him to the court, we can all see Miss Siesta locked up in that cage! They'll deliver justice-"

"Justice?" I laughed bitterly, "Justice?! As if there would be any justice! Let's face it, this world is corrupted, and a man… no, a monster like this would get off scot-free! They'd just say that as a noble, he has that sort of privilege! And besides, this is a personal matter. There is no justice. Only me."

Before Colbert could say anything, I began draining Mott, my wounds healing. He was barely alive as I stopped. With his last few breaths, he pleaded, "Please… spare me…! Anything… my house, gold, mistresses… just… leave me alive…"

I brought out my Gigawatt Blades, cut a hole to his chest through his shirt, stopped the Blades, and then held two fingers in a specific area of his. "Heart Stop."

With that, his ragged breathing climatically stopped. Not even a last word of honor (not that he had any). Just a stopped heart.

I threw his body into the water, no blood staining it. Hm, it seems another lightning strike is in the area…

"Gig, that's-" Colbert didn't finish before I manipulated the electron flow to strike Mott's body, boiling and burning it at the same time. What was left was nothing but a mess of a corpse, "You…"

"Desecrated a body, if you want to call it that. I'd prefer making sure that he's dead." I spat, red lightning running up and down my arms, not a single trace of blue anywhere, "Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Finishing my walk up the stairs, I found Siesta, who was about ready to cry. Whether it was in joy or sorrow, I don't know.

"Partner…"

"Hold on, Derf. I'll talk about us later."

I brought out my Gigawatt Blade and sliced the metal bars, the superheated and sharpened blade of electrons cutting through them. Another slice and a hole was opened up. Siesta took a few steps out, looking me in the eye with a mix of awe and fear, yet said nothing.

"If you want to run away now, it's fine." I shrugged, "Now you've seen what I really am. I told you, I'm a villain." I showed her the red lightning on my hands, "See? If you want to, this is probably your chance to run. The others that will actually not harm you are right th-"

I didn't expect her to hug me, nearly crushing me in her embrace.

"You came…" she said rather muffled, tears starting to soak my shirt, "…you came."

"Just because I came is irrelevant. My reason for coming-"

"A villain wouldn't come and rescue his friend!" she half-sobbed while cutting me off, "A villain wouldn't… wouldn't…" she couldn't finish, breaking into sobs and still crushing me, "That's… what a hero does…"

"Are you only going to focus on the positive things that I do? Siesta, I just drained a man of his essential life force, stopped his damn heart, fried him like a fish in his own home, and made his body unrecognizable. I doubt you could call that heroic."

"Still, what I care about is that you came…" she admitted, "I was worried… worried I'd never see you again. But you came, and that's what matters. You came to save me."

"…" As much as I would've liked to say (and was about to say before Siesta cut me off) 'No, I came because I heard Mott was a monstrous SOB and wanted to kill him', that would be a lie. I had indeed caused all of this chaos to save Siesta, "…Fine. You're right."

For some reason, the red sparks that continuously ran down my legs as I was in a puddle seemed to turn less red, "Anyways, I promised Marteau I'd have you back home by dinner. Go," I gestured at the group, "I'll walk. Storms' clearing up, anyways. And I can't walk you across by the way; you'll end up getting shocked."

Siesta gave me a nod and a final hug before running across the shallow waters, where Colbert and Tabitha immediately gave her a spare cloak and readied to take her home.

…Home.

Never mind for now.

Louise gave me a quizzical look, but I waved her away. I wanted to be alone for a bit, maybe have Derf tell a dirty joke for me to have the mood lightened. I'll probably get everyone out of here first and then burn this place to the ground.


It only took a few more minutes, but I had made sure everyone had been away from the area. No servants, workers, or guards. Just a ghost town of an estate. Also, Charles' daughter was still alive (psychologically stable and also unspoiled if you know what I'm getting at), and Colbert insisted that they take everyone back to the school while I remained here for a bit, Louise negotiating my stay here for a while since bringing me to the school would probably not be the best idea right now.

You know how many girls I found back there? Locked up in Mott's damned basement, crying their eyes out and asking for someone, anyone to help them? So broken to the point they feared even a man touching them, even looking at them? Louise and Tabitha had to coerce them to come outside while Colbert and I would remain out of sight, because if they saw us, they'd book it and run.

Oh, how I couldn't wait for this next moment… And there they go, riding off in the final carriage that was brought over here. Hopefully this doesn't traumatize anyone, though truth be told, it probably has shaken up Louise who has once thought that nobility was all powerful compared to the commoners, only to watch one be murdered in his own home, a place that should be safe.

Anyways, the storm was clearing up, but had one last lightning strike in it. Redirecting the electron flow, I made it strike the main house, lighting it ablaze. I stood there, far away, watching for a while as the flames fought the slight drizzle, but the flames won out in the end.

Just to make sure, I took out another quarter I had and launched it straight at the house, railgun style.

About fifteen minutes later, I watched as the flames began to eat away at the majority of the house, and I knew that it was a goner.

…I wonder if this'll go down in history. How they'll write it. Mott was a villain to me, to many. But to those who write this, I might be the villain. Maybe we're both villains, maybe we're both heroes to some.

Because what the hell exactly defines a villain? The acts we do? Because then we're both villains. I'm still gonna be hella pissed if they make him out to be the tragic hero though.

…Honestly, if they're going to proclaim I'm a hero for this, I'm going to punch someone in the face. I didn't do it to be nice or for good. I just wanted to have one of the few friends I had found in this world back, and some asshat has just tried to take her from me and break her. I don't mean to sound possessive about Siesta, but that's the truth. I just want to have my friends by my side.

Having your one and only possible girlfriend die in your arms on the first date you ever go after claiming her first kiss and giving your own will do that to you. Cynthia's death still haunts my nightmares, but at the very least I can try to do what I didn't do before: Protect something.

And maybe thistime… this time I'll actually be able to protect the ones I want to protect this time around.

With one final sigh, I closed my eyes and turned away from the flickering flames, walking away.

Burn in hell, Mott.


And there we have it, Villain Gig.

Obviously, Gig made the Evil Karma choice, and used Heart Stop, an Evil Karma skill. Guess where his Karmic Ranking is now.

As you can see, Gig doesn't always make the right decision, as I forewarned in the Guiche beatdown. Though it all depends on what you think is the right decision. However, I'm trying to think of this in the 'inFamous' sort of way where the Good decisions are about killing only when absolutely necessary, which is sorta like D and D thinking as well on the 'Good' and 'Evil' scale as well.

Also, I hope that the battle scene was good enough for you guys, as this one was more frantic than the calm Guiche battle. I mean, the big difference was that against Mott there was a VERY REAL chance of death for Gig with the water, compared to the Guiche battle where Gig was completely in control and there wasn't a lot of chance of death for Gig. Thusly, I tried to convey that in the battle scene where Gig was a lot less bantering and more focusing on the fight.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter though, and if it seemed a bit dark, it gets better, trust me. And if you didn't already see the hint from last time, Gig does directly ask "What defines a villain?" as fulfilling the cryptic hint from last time. Also, totally forshadoooooowing on all the moral choices for later!

Also, yes, Louise did watch him do that. Guess how that's going to affect their partnership!

Anyways, I do have a few goals for this story as well! Like for one, maaaaaaybe someone out there is willing to recommend this story on TvTropes?


Karmic Decision:

Forgive Mott and let him live, or kill him?

Choice Taken: Kill him.

+5 Evil Karma (Would have been lessened if Gig just killed him, but he drained him slowly, then stopped his heart (which is a +1 Evil Karma skill when used), and then desecrated the body)

Karmic Ranking: Neutral

Point Ranks: +4 Evil

Points until Thug Rank: 11


Cryptic Hint for Next Chapter

"Show off."