Dream Battle
Remnants
I had decided to follow Train's course of action. I charged forward with my fararri and rammed it head first into the Dream Beings. I knew it wouldn't kill them, but it made me feel better. Soon enough I was so far into the crowd that I couldn't move the car no matter how far I pressed down on the pedal. There were just too many of them.
I quickly jumped from the sun roof that i just imagined and beheaded them with my favorite weapon. It was easy work, but I knew that their sheer numbers were going to be the problem. I couldn't see Train anywhere, or Wiley. They were thowing their weapons at me, which wasn't a good thing. I didn't have anything to defend myself with. In the end I had to dodge everything, which wasn't as easy as it sounded. There were so many of them!
I'd get cuts and scrapes here and there, but nothing major. There was one cut that was just above my eye, and was bleeding down into my eye. I could already feel it healing thanks to Wiley and her marking me.
The fight was going pretty well, but then suddenly they stepped back away from me, and I wondered what was going on. Something wasn't right. They were standing there, staring at me with unblinking eyes, and I couldn't believe this. They had just ran away from a fight. Then, I heard the voice.
"Hello Jenos." The voice said. My eyes widened and I turned around. There was no way! No way in any possible Dimension! He was in jail, rotting in jail, and soon enough he was going to die in jail, if he hadn't already. "It's been too long, son." I turned around and that bastard was standing there grinning at me. He was exactly as I remembered him. "I've been told that you have a woman now. One steady one instead of a whole bunch."
"Don't you dare talk about her you lying sack of shit." I growled at him. There wasn't a single person in the world who I hated more than my very own father. He abused me, and my mother, and my little sister. He had killed my mother and my sister after raping them both, and I had been the one to turn him in. I had never forgiven that piece of shit, and I never would. There were some things of my past that no one would ever know. Not even Wiley.
"Such harsh words." My father said. I glared and he just smiled the same smile that I had known since I was a boy. Back then I didn't know what the smile meant. It wasn't until I turned thirteen that I noticed the way he looked at my sister and my mother. I had been the one to find them dead and raped with him standing over them cleaning himself of their blood. Just the thought of it made my blood boil. "Tell me son, what have to been doing with your life?" His smile widened and I knew that he knew what I was doing. I supposed that he thought I was no better than him. He could kiss my ass.
"None of your damn business. You're in jail, rotting there with your life sentence with no chance of parol. I made sure of that." I said to him. "I just regret that I didn't kill you when I had the chance."
"Jenos, you were never meant to be the killer in our family. Your sister was supposed to be the one, but there was a change of plans. She was just too innocent to pass up." He laughed at me as I glared at him. I wished that I had some of Wiley's demonic speed. There was no chance that I would be able to beat him as a human. He was too good. Then again, I had grown up, and I made my life as an assassin.
"You're going to die, and I'm going to laugh and piss on your grave." I growled at him and then charged forward with the wires from my glove spanning out into the air. He was going to die, and I was going to make sure of that. I worked at my wires and soon enough they had him surrounded I yanked on them, but he saw them coming and evaded the attack by jumping over them. I cursed and back flipped to avoid the downwards slash of his blades. I hadn't noticed them bofore but he was covered in blades. There was one on each elbow, knee, and there were daggers sticking out of his knuckles. I guess that he'd gotten out and added a few things to himself.
"The day that my own son kills me is the day that the world comes to an end." He said to me with a cold look of cruel intent in his eyes. That's when I felt a sharp stabbing pain through my stomach. I looked down and a dagger hilt was stopping the blade from going all the way into my stomach. "You will never be able to beat me, son." My father said.
"I am not your son." I growled as I felt the blood run down my chin. "You were never my father, and I will never admit that I was sired by a sorry son of a bitch like you." I could feel a distant power, I grabbed it and brought it to me. I felt more powerful and faster, and I could live with that. I yanked the blade from my stomach and threw it back. It hit him in the arm.
I imagined myself with claws, and there they were. Claws that were much longer than Wiley's. My father was taken a back by my trasnformation, and took a step back. That simple sign of fear made me grin. A second later I was on top of him, and slashing at him with my claws. I was going to have his blood all over the place, all over me, as long as it wasn't running through his veins, as long as he was dead it didn't matter.
A few minutes later he was chopped into little bits all over the ground and I was very satisfied with the result. I let the power that I had taken hold of go, and I returned to being normal. The Dream Beings were no where to be seen, and I was glad. I didn't feel like fighting anymore. I imagined up a few palm trees and a hammock between them, and then got in it. I needed to take a break. I just killed the person that I hated most, I think I deserved a break. While I was at it, I imagined myself a drink, a very large drink.
I felt much better after finishing that drink. Soon enough I had started day dreaming with my eyes open, and I was aware of everything that went on around me. This moment of peace was relaxing. It would have been perfect with Wiley by my side.
-Train-
I didn't know how long it was before the Dream Beings had over run me and made me get off my Motorcycle, but it was pretty soon after it all started. In order to keep away from their blades I was blocking with my gun, and then slicing with a short sword that I imagined. Heads flew and bodies turned to dust. It just reminded me of a vampire when they were staked.
After a while I figured that they had given up on getting to me when they backed off. I didn't realize how wrong I was. They were all backing away from me, and then they parted and let someone else walk towards me. I knew who it was the second that I saw them.
How the hell was he alive?!
"Train, no, Black Cat." Creed said as he spread his arms wide in welcoming. If I had my way, I would have slashed both of his arms off, then his legs, then his balls, and then the one thing a man vauled most. While he was screaming and crying out in pain I would chop his head off and then put it on a pike right outside my front door, to warn people who messed with me, or my family and friends, and what the end result would be. "It's been so long! Tell me, how're things with your dear and darling Angel, Lynelle?" Creed asked me. How did he know about Lynelle being an angel?
"None of your damn business, Creed," I growled at him with my eyes narrowed. He faked injury at my words, but I could see right through that. Anyone could. "How the hell are you alive?" I asked.
"That's a very good question." Creed said. "You see, while you're here, they're able to get into your thoughts and create things from your memroies. They knew that I was a threat to you, and so they created me. It was a simple matter for them, and they wish me to kill you. Since they created me, I have to follow their orders, or die. This time you get no second chance, Train." Creed did love to hear himself talk. I fired a bullet and nailed Creed in the throat. He didn't even flinch. "You'll have to do better than that to kill me!" Creed said as he ran forward with his Imagine Blade (ha, ironic considering the circumstances). I read the path of the sword and stayed out of the way of it, I had to get close to him or else I was never going to get anywhere.
I saw the side slash coming and I parried it, that's when he changed it from the simple invisible blade, to the Level Two where it did what Creed wanted it too with little to no help from Creed. I shoved my gun into it's mouth and shot off a few bullets. It howled in pain, and it wasn't destroyed, all I did was piss it off. It came at me faster and with more cruel intent than before. I back flipped and kicked it away from me with the hell of my foot and then headed in towards Creed.
I felt the bite in my calf just a few seconds later. Damn that thing was fast. It was glaring at me, and I could feel the heat of it's rage. I guess it wasn't a good idea to piss this blade off. I still wanted to know how it went from just being invisble to being funadmentally alive. Oh well, it was something that I would have to look into at another time.
The blade wasn't going to let go anytime soon, and so instead of my leg in it's mouth, I imagined that my leg was healed, and that there was a large drum stick from a giant chicken in it's mouth. When I felt the pain ebb away I was on my feet and headed towards Creed again. The blade spit the drum stick out of its mouth and pursued me once more.
That's when I remembered cartoons! With a smile I imagined a brick wall behind me, and it was there. The blade just stopped before hitting the wall head on. It gave me time to get closer to Creed. I was just about there but Creed swung his blade at me, and I had to lunge to the side in order to avoid the vicious slash and bite that the blade was oh so eager to give me.
This wasn't going well, and I knew that. Creed knew that he had the advantage. He didn't even really need to do any work for it. It was Creed though. He imagined up another Level Two blade in his other hand, and there it was. All that was running through my mind at that point was I was going to die. They grinned at each other, gave off a bit of a very creepy laugh and then turned their attention to me.
Duel attacks from two fundamentally living towards wasn't all that easy to dodge. I'd dodge one, and then the second would be there waiting for me. I knew that I was in a deep hole, and it was only getting deeper.
The first sword came at me faster than I had anticipated. I dodged it to the right and the second sword was there. I screamed when it took a chunk out of my arm. I collasped form the sheer pain of it and then glared at Creed and his damned living swords. The swords were laughing madly, and Creed was grinning insanly.
"You damned psychopathic, sadistic, asshole!" I growled at him as I put my hand to my arm to try to stem the blood flow. Since the bite was bigger than my hand it didn't work so well. The second that my hand touched my arm I flinched away from it. There were a whole bunch of exposed nerves, and it was not pleasure trip to touch them.
Creed was surprised at my out burst, to be quite honest, so was I. It wasn't often that I had a rage that strong. Then again this was Creed, and he had 'come back from the dead', his sword had just bit me, and no matter what I did I couldn't get close to him, I think that I had the right to be just a little pissed off. I glared at him and focused my energies. I started to glow, and I felt the build up of power. Once it was at it's maximum, I fired, straight for Creed's head.
As the bullet sped through the air it kicked up quite a bit of dust from the ground. The dust stayed there for a few moments. I waited for the dust to settle back down to see if the bullet had connected. That shot had taken a lot out of me and I was panting in order to try to get some energy back. The adrenline that my body would need to fight if he was still alive would be off the charts.
The dust settled and my eyes were wide. Creed was standing there, staring at me with his eyes wide. I guess that he didn't know about that attack. Ha. The joke was on me though, he was still standing and I was too tired to fight back. Damn it all.
"What a wonderful attack!" Creed said as he smiled at me. That's when I noticed that his swords were gone, and so were his arms. I guess I had done a bit of damage. "Unfortunately for you, I'm still alive, standing, and breathing. Hurry up and kill me Train, otherwise you'll be the one that's going to be dead. Even I would hate to see that. Come on Train, how bad can it be to kill me?" Creed asked. His arms were starting to regenerate and I knew that he was right. I had to kill him now or else I'd be the dead one.
Without wasting any time I ran over to Creed. I took the short sword that I had, and then I cut his head off, it went flying, and I was glad that I would never have to face that bastard again. Thank god. I sat down on the ground and the only thing that I could think about was sleep. Without intending to do it, my eyes closed and I drifted off into sleep.
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Okay, so I'm not sure if I spelled the title right, it doesn't look right to me, but I'm not sure. So whatever.
Disclaimer- I don't own Black Cat or Lynelle.
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