Title: Mars: An Elseworld's Story (Revised)

One's Promise

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One's Chosen often had to sleep and would dream about things that he couldn't remember whilst awake. Sometimes One watched the dreams, but mostly it took the chance to relax and catch up on things it had been too busy to pay attention to earlier. Like Purple; she'd been quite worked up over something lately and had been sending urgent vibes its way.

So while Bruce was 'out', One asked Purple what all the fuss was about.

She wasn't happy. *This is all your fault!*

*Possibly,* One agreed breezily. *But in order to be sure, One must know of what you speak.*

*You made too much progress with the Boy!* she wailed. *They're going to MOVE the children! To another planet!*

One wished it had shoulders to shrug. *New planet could be fun.* Why was she getting so worked up over this?

*You don't understand!*

*Clearly.*

Lightning shot through her purply-mist form in tune with her anger. *In any version where the children are moved, they die. All of them! Even your precious Chosen.*

THAT got One's attention. Bruce couldn't die – they'd only just begun! *What do you propose we do?* If Purple was talking to it, she'd better have a plan.

She fell quiet for a bit and then, *The children need to be found beforehand.*

It scoffed, *If you are hoping that some of the other Pests will find them on their own, you are foolish. They are notoriously hard of thinking.* Praying to the 'Gods' to deliver them from the Sickness when One had been behind the entire thing, for instance.

*Well, yes, they are that. Which is why we need to draw their attention to this place.*

One didn't really like that idea. There were still quite few Parts left that its Chosen needed. It could up the dosage, as Bruce's body was now able to withstand the extra 'juice' but to speed things up that quickly...Besides, how were they to do such a thing in the first place?

*Well if you hadn't wasted so much Influence on that blasted Sickness, we wouldn't be having this problem!* she sniffed. *As it is now, we'll have to combine our energies.*

It looked around and noticed that Yellow was curiously absent from the conversation. *What of Yellow? Can he not help as well?*

*Yellow...had to be silenced. He was killing too many children.*

One shifted backwards slightly. *Silenced? How did you silence Yellow?* Now that it was paying attention, the lightning that wracked her form did hold a yellow-ish tint. How was such a thing possible and more importantly, was it at risk as well?

*Yellow and I are siblings,* Purple explained. *Absorbing him was an easy task, seeing how he kept using up all his energy Raging. As for you...I couldn't even begin to fathom. Bruce stands alone.*

One relaxed upon hearing that, and couldn't help but feel pride for its Chosen. It still had doubts but they were passing in tune with the sols. *How much time is left?*

*Enough for most of your Parts but not all.* she sighed, almost longingly. *And certainly not enough for me, as I have nearly doubled in size.* A slight laugh. *You should have seen Their faces when Yellow suddenly shifted to my color. They're still panicking about that.*

There was a curious pang of sadness that One felt, knowing that there wasn't enough time. *Most of you will remain behind? Alone?*

Another sigh. *How I wish. No, I'm afraid my path is not to be that blessed.*

Rage filled One, the blackness swirling violently for it knew of her abilities but could only imagine the horrors that awaited her. A gentle, caring color like Purple didn't stand a chance. *They will hurt you greatly.*

*Yes,* her voice held a bit of fear. *They will. And because of Their actions, I will pain Others as well.* The blackness had now expanded to where it was brushing up against the edge of her. The biting cold she'd been expecting was showed up by a soft warmth, something that hadn't been there before. Was she feeling light?

*Would you like Them to suffer for their wrongdoings?* One asked.

She hesitated, eyeing the steadily moving darkness. Her Creator abhorred violence, would have been ashamed to know she was even thinking about One's offer. *I...I am supposed to tell you no. I should tell you no.* But the visions, swirled about in her being, showing her things of what would be, what she would do, all because of Them.

The darkness was enveloping her all around, but still there wasn't any hint of a threat. Rather she felt...safe. For the first time in forever, since she'd first been cast out. She melted into the warmth, a pleased sigh escaping her.

*Do you. Want us. To hurt Them?*

Purple could hear the screams, even now. *I shouldn't.* Could smell their tears, taste the blood and fear – PleaseStopYoureHurtingMePlea sePleaseI'mSorryS'rryS'rryPlease -

*Do you?*

*Yes!* she sobbed out, hating herself so much that it hurt. *Make them pay. Make them suffer the way others will. Make them rue the sol they found us! *

*One promises,* It purred silkily. *One promises all that, and more.*

Wrong, so wrong, but Purple couldn't help the sense of peace that washed over her at those words. In the end, she wasn't as kindhearted as her Creator had been, though wasn't that obvious given her destined future?

/Author Note/

So any of all got any theories as far as who One, Yellow and Purple are? Hit me up!