Strange Chess

by Jet556

There is a new student at A. Nigma High. He is well liked by everyone and doesn't seem to be much of anyone but he has a job. He is to spy on Lee and his friends. The person who gave him this job is the one behind RadCircles! And this new guy has been promised a girlfriend. The only problem is that this person views a girlfriend as something to break emotionally.

21. Chapter 21

Welcome back everyone. Shakespeare tragedy references abound! Also probably the darkest bit in any of my stories: Legendre's reintroduction. Also we get one long monologue from my craziest character yet Quentin. Enjoy and review.

Endgame Time

Basil took a breath as he stood without the crutch. When he didn't feel any pain he smiled. Today was endgame time! Today, great Birnam wood would come to high Dunsinane hill!

Lynch Webber had much to answer for. He was guilty of many things. He was guilty of framing Lee for a prank he didn't commit! Who would do such a thing? He was guilty of liking peanuts! He was guilty of liking Green Apple Splat! He was guilty of telling terrible knock-knock jokes! He was guilty of having his dad's wallet and looking a lot like his dad! He was guilty of using outdated slang! He was… Outdated slang? Having his dad's wallet? Looking a lot like his dad? Basil thought about what Lee had told him a few minutes ago on the phone. Was it possible that Lynch and his father could be one and the same? If so then Lynch was guilty of owning the Green Apple Splat company!

Though it was the autumn, today for Lynch it was the ides of March! Today, Lynch would pay for all the hell he put Lee and everyone else through.

Basil placed his cap on his head and grinned at his reflection in the mirror. Today, it all ended!

"Victory is ours!"

Far from the House of Hagen, evil eyes looked into a crystal plate. Quentin Berkahrt, the mad man who believed himself to be Zeus, Jupiter, Poseidon, Neptune, Hades, Dis Pater, Orcus, Ra, Set, Odin, Thor, Loki, Cronus, Saturn, Uranus, Caeluas all looked into the crystal plate that had belonged to Legendre.

"Oh, foolish mortal thou thinkst that your vile rabble will have victory!" Quentin, dressed in some bizarre combination of ancient Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Norse clothing, was being himself and not the mask. "I shall succeed where thou hast failed, Legendre!" Quentin turned to look at Legendre. Quentin, Clarence and others had given the uncontrollable wild card that was Legendre the ultimate punishment. In a jar that was about three feet high were a brain, and eyeball and a spinal cord.

That was the punishment Legendre had received and the worst part was that he was still alive. The jar he was in was a highly technologically advanced apparatus that converted his thoughts into words and so Legendre. It was also able to hover in the air and so Legendre could also move around.

"Yes… Mock me you glorified asylum inmate! My voodoo should have succeeded! My robotic mummy should have succeeded! My planting of thoughts into Roman Arkham's should have succeeded! My resurrected pet, Murder, should have succeeded! I should not be like this! When I have a body again you'll be at my mercy and I have none!" Legendre did not seem happy with his current situation.

Quentin only laughed. "You were lucky that you didn't get entombed in crystal like some of the cancel wanted." He then started to tap on Legendre's container with a lightning bolt-shaped weapon. "You can thank Alfred Ping for this. He worked on the eyebot and this is nothing more but a modification to house what's left of you." Quentin laughed again. The mask was gone and his real self had just returned. "Thou art lucky that I didst not sentence thee to Tartarus!" Legendre's eyeball moved in a way that made him seem like he was rolling it. "I must admit, the thought of Martinez and Ms. Silver becoming a couple sickens me… like an old black ram and a white ewe! And Young Ping and Ms. Kwee… better a serpent bite him in an orchard and Ms. Kwee end up with that puppet Von Chilstein!" Quentin laughed again. If one thought Legendre was a cliché then they would just have to see Quentin as he really was. "Today, Victoria shall have her victory and those blasphemous mortals who dare to thwart the gods: Young Ping, Ms. Kwee and General Barrage! And the lovely Cherie shall become my Isis, my Gaia, my Terra… she will be mine once Hagen has been struck down by my thunderbolt!"

Legendre floated away from Quentin. He would have been better of in the company of Lynch or Victoria!