Power and Realization
||Okay… last one… and definitely the most difficult of them all because I can't just make up whatever past for him I wish… noooooo, the damn show just HAD to make him Keith… damn predictable plot twists… worse, he goes through this whole 180º switch in personality… friendly and lovable big brother with meh looks (very… meh) who gladly guides his rash little sister through the path of life, to power-hungry evil villain in a pimp coat and who turns out to be DAMN hotter with blond hair and without a mask, but is sadly still an overdone version of the beloved Maskerado-kun.
And that kind of switch is very hard to pull off realistically. No doubt the show will come up with some pathetic reason that totally kills their failed attempt at drama at making the main antagonist sister of the leader of the valiant Resistance… I was not impressed when his identity was confirmed… and the scene just… didn't make me gasp… they could have built it up better… like, added in some grey-scale flashbacks of the two of them as he slowly and dramatically pulls off the mask… AND THEN IT TURNS OUT HE'S NOT KEITH.
KEITH IS STILL MISSING.
That would have inspired a half-decent gasp.
But anyways, I'm rambling, and my author's note is slowly becoming longer than the fic, which likely pisses some people off, so I should shut up, but there's just so many problems I have with the Spectra/Keith deal… for example, in Mira's flashback when she had seen Hydranoid being tortured or something and she caught a glimpse of her brother before running out… clearly, he was still had the Keith appearance. Which was not too long after they arrived on New Vestroia. However, Spectra had to be around pretty close to their actual arrival in Vestroia, because we see him in the first episode totally pummeling Baron, and it's implied that the Vexos were primarily the ones to capture the Bakugan… and during those times he had to have had the Spectra appearance… and he doesn't go through a nifty appearance change when the mask comes off (thank goodness)… so my question is this…
Does he wear a blonde wig?
And is it just me, or is he paler as Spectra than he was as Keith? I swear that his skin tone changed…
Will stop this author's note now.
||Disclaimer: I do not own Bakugan.
Keith Clay had been one of the first to come to New Vestroia.
So that he could fully inherit that ghostly thrill of power that always threatened to slip through his grasp.
Brawling was like a drug to the Vestals. Every moment of it would seep into your every system, twist and slither through your blood impatiently until you found yourself hungering for a win to satisfy it, like a greedy demon taking home within your body to feed off your victory and scream at your failures.
Keith Clay was no exception… perhaps he was the greatest example of this.
He had been a fair, level-headed player; back then, his opponents were equals, Bakugan were toys that he had to take care of, and the whole game was simply something to waste his time with, an interesting diversion from his normal life.
Hmph… that sort of wishy-washy thinking was starting to bore him…
He began to play a bit more; because it was starting to become greater than just some activity he took part in occasionally. He was starting to become a hardcore brawler. He was entering tournaments, accepting every challenge that came his way, and becoming even more of a hero in his precious little sister's eyes.
Still not enough.
Before long, he was getting bored. Not because the game had lost its touch, that could never happen… because the majority of his opponents were overconfident half-wits that couldn't live up to their swagger when Keith's Bakugan took the field, as they were ruthlessly struck down…
He wanted something more. He wanted a challenge.
And he wanted to rip that challenge apart until there was nothing left but a whimpering pile of disappointment.
He was good. He was amazing. He was supreme…
Supreme… always on the top… always with the most power… but it still was not quite enough…
It was like… a friend… a shadow of something that understood his desires, that urged him forward to be the best he could be, become the best there ever was… a phantom that hovered just at the edges of everyone else's reality, just out of his reach… a specter that everyone else would shy away from…
A specter that he aspired to be.
And then the Bakugan were suddenly disappearing, returning to their home dimension, New Vestroia… all of a sudden, his phantom guide was drifting away, leaving him, and he was nothing, and it was all falling away from him…
He needed it back.
They were going to New Vestroia. It was all because of his father, good old dad who had been giving him worried, then hard looks as his son's fascination with Bakugan grew… responsibilities came with being one of the top scientists of Vestal. His expertise was necessary, and if his children had to come along, so be it…
He was going straight for the source of the power, where his phantom was spawned…
He had all within his grip now, all would be his… he would go through anything to get it… even if it meant working below, what a disgusting word, that whiny prince, he would. He was the leader of one of the most influential groups of the country now… and never mind foolish little Keith Clay, he was in control now…
Spectra was determined to realize his ambitions.
||And thus, my first fic comes to an end… feh, it wasn't that good a oneshot… I couldn't really get a grip on the timeline the show should have for the Spectra/Keith thing to make sense, so I just… ignored the timeline… the show barely has one anyways…
But yes… it would be nice if you reviewed, since the fic is now completed… but if you don't feel like it, meh. I don't really like the idea of me begging for reviews… because I will surely come across as a childish bitch who needs some consolement on what little skill I have. And anyways, reviews are just an added bonus… I don't really need them to live. Although, if they contained critique, I WOULD need them to 'live'.
And that reminds me… those of you who had reviewed and alerted or even just READ this story, a thanks for bothering with me and my... idiocy. A beggar I don't wish to be, but I do like to be grateful for those pretty bonuses.