It's me, Kevin again, with another chapter of my favorite story. So far, no one's reviewed besides Biggoron. Kinda depressing... Oh well.
Here's another chapter for all of you! Hope you enjoy it!
During Dark's training, Marac's eyes shot westward. "What was that...?" and suddenly, a smart backhand came from his opponent. "Hey, you're training me, so no slacking, old man. You said fist fighting was first." Dark said, cracking his neck with a smirk. Marac smiled wide, knowing something that Dark didn't. "Fight me, child." And at the word child, Dark leapt at him, letting off fists like a wild beast. Marac ducked under a right hook, rolled out of the way of a low roundhouse, and jumped over a shoulder tackle that Dark charged at him with that would have sent him flying. "Fight me!" Dark yelled, adrenaline entering his veins, blood lust beginning to course through his veins.
Marac threw a straight jab at immense speeds, which Dark threw one in return, to meet his fist, and they collided with a mighty slam, fist to fist, as Dark quickly switched his fist to open palm. Wrapping his arm around Marac's, Dark let loose a fierce headbutt, and then grabbed his shoulders, and drove a knee into his stomach, lifting him from the ground a little, and causing him to double over. Then, he let off a painful kick to Marac's face, sending him flying back.
By now, Dark had lost all control, his mind consumed by the prospect of the kill, like a beast's. Dark began laughing hysterically, as he readied himself for the death blow. As he charged, he stopped midway, a surging pain coursing through his soul. Dark could feel the beating of his heart in his ears, and with every beat, the world seemed to shake, and blur, as the pain dropped him to all fours. Link was one of the onlookers, watching this battle from a bench with Zelda.
"What...w-w-hat... what did you...do to ME!?" Dark roared, in pain, as the beating got louder. "This is the Mark of Chaos left on you..." he said, as sharp cracking noises from Dark signaled his anatomy was being re-arranged. Onlookers watched disgusted as Dark's body began to warp and disfigure, and Link jumped up. "Ma..ar..ac...m-make... this stop..." Dark said, in such a pain, he had never felt before. His skin literally began to crawl, as if something was burrowing underneath. "This is the shell..." Marac said, and Dark's skin became black, and then faded into a deathly white color.
"..." Dark stood silent, his face completely different, his eyes shut, and his limbs limp, and looking disconnected. "Dark...? Can you hear me in there...?" Marac said, getting up, and approaching Dark, who slashed at him, with his sword, which had become entirely black, as his head rolled, his head disconnected from his spine. He then opened his eyes, which were entirely white, and opened his mouth, which from whence poured a sickly black mist.
"What did you do to him!?" Sheik yelled, from the stunned onlookers. Marac shushed her. "Quiet. Or he'll target you. This is what happens when Chaos takes over a withered soul... but figuring this is the shell of Chaos' power, this is a minor form of what'd happen to Dark if he couldn't overpower Chaos' soul, once it had entirely absorbed his."
Sheik looked confused. "But don't you need your soul to be who you are? If Dark has to overpower Chaos' soul and take it as his own, will he change?" and Marac sidestepped Dark's slash. "Yes and no. You can't exactly destroy a soul... Dark's soul, is within Chaos'. Once Chaos had absorbed all of Dark's soul, and they became one, that's when the battle within him would begin, the battle for dominance. Whoever won that said battle within his soul would, in Dark's case, get to keep his body, who he is, and gain immeasurable power, and maybe a second personality. In Chaos' case, he'd be revived, and given another suitable body to wreak havoc with." Marac said.
"Aren't you training him out of order? Shouldn't you train him to fight Ganon before he starts training to defeat Chaos' soul?" Link asked, and he then ducked under a deft arrow shot. "No, not necessarily. Dark has all the fighting skill he could ever need, but he lacks control, which is the point of this exercise." He said, and as Dark slashed at Marac again. "Once he can overpower the shell of Chaos' power, and control it, he'll have a new power to work with." Marac said, as he was almost stabbed with a blade, and then he lost his patience. "FUCK OFF!" He said, grabbing Dark by the wrist, and yanking the blade from his hand, and throwing it far far away. "This is quite gross..." Marac said, wiping his hand of slime. It seemed that Dark had a thin layer of slime on his skin, as he stared at Marac with pupil-less eyes. He then unsheathed his bow, and Marac seemed to be aggravated, as he brought down his great sword on the bow, effectively splitting it in two. "Come on Dark, where's that will to live? I know you're in there, and I know you can hear me. What would you do if you were overpowered by magic, and someone had Sheik hostage? What would you do then? Sit and watch?" Marac said, and Dark looked at him with a tilted head.
"Fine. So be it." He said, and he dashed over to Sheik, and grabbed her from behind, placing a knife at her throat. "WHAT WILL YOU DO, DARK!?" He said, and Sheik was terrified. "What are you FUCKING thinking, Marac?!" And Marac seemed to have lost his mind. "Shut the hell up, Sheik." He said, sharply hitting her. "No one take a fucking step closer, or she dies. So no heroics, Link." He said, and Dark still stood there, lifeless and seeming to be confused. "DARK, The girl will DIE." He said, as he began to plunge the knife into Sheik's arm, and she began to squirm in protest. "I will kill you, you SONUVABITCH!" She yelled, and then began yelling in pain as the blade slowly found it's way into her flesh.
Dark suddenly stood erect, and began twitching, and hissing in pain, slime pouring from his mouth. His arms began cracking, and slamming back into place, instead of his arms being below his waist, they were at the proper length, and his head slammed back into place on his neck, and his skin slowly darkened back to his tan complexion, his eyes now changing to fully black. "Put her down." Dark said, in a deep voice, the words shaking the ground. "Good... you're tapping into Chaos' left behind power." He said, and Dark repeated himself. "Put. Her. Down. NOW." And Marac smiled childishly. "Make me." He said.
Dark held his hand out, and Marac realized he had become paralyzed, and suddenly, his limbs became incredibly heavy, and it felt like a hand was removing his hands from around Sheik. "Well, this is interesting..." Marac said, as suddenly, it felt like a large hand pressed him to the floor with immense pressure and speed. Dark lifted his other hand, and extended it to Sheik. She looked confused, and Dark smiled. "It's alright." He said, in his normal voice, and she warily walked towards him.
"You never quit scaring me... I think I ought to stop hitting you... because if I do I may end up like Marac over there." She said, looking to Marac who kept trying to stand, and was then slammed into the ground again, with even more force. "Ow..." he said, and Dark laid his hand on her, and darkness from nearby shadows trailed to his hand, and formed a pure black disc on Sheik's arm. He then removed his hand, and the wound was gone.
"Daaaark... I was teaching you, stop trying to squish me... I was just trying to teach you how ta control ya powers, now, LET ME UP!" Marac yelled, and Dark smiled. "If you insist." And, suddenly, Marac was lifted a good hundred yards into the air. "NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIIIIIIIIiiiiind..." Marac said, his voice trailing off as he entered the sky. Dark's eyes then became normal, crimson.
"So this is how to control powers, huh? Kinda boring. Almost puts limits on what you can do. I kinda liked the spur of the moment power surges. More fun..." Dark said, and a voice laughed, from behind him.
"Well,whatever floats your boat, you'll need to learn this for one day." Marac said, a bit of mist clinging onto him. Dark whirled around. "Never. Ever again, use my girlfriend for a teaching instrument." Dark said, and Marac nodded with a chuckle. "I just needed her to teach you the basis of control. Now, whenever you have to control your powers, just imagine what happened today.. and then focus on what it felt like to be in control, and focus on learning that feeling, and remembering how to create that feeling whenever you need to control any facet of yourself." Marac said. "Class ends for today." He said, walking away, dispersing into a cloud of mist, that quickly rose and disappeared.
Elsewhere...
"You will OBEY ME!" Ganon roared, slamming the black Tri-force pendant onto the table that was scratched with various enchantments, candles and dark sacrifices littering the table. Ganon began chanting ancient magics, and the Tri-Force of Chaos began resonating, and a blurry form appeared on the table in the form of a human.
"You called, Dear?" The figure said, laughing, in a way that sent chills down Ganon's spine. "Don't give me any of that sass, you worthless God!" Ganon exclaimed, slamming a fist into the table. "Ahhh, terrifying. You truly scare me, Ganon. Actually, not in the slightest. What do you want exactly?" The figure said, apparently Chaos. Chaos looked vaguely like a blurred outline of Dark, since he had absorbed most of his soul. "I want to take your soul, and become a God!" And Chaos stifled a snicker.
"Really now? I think being alone in this Mansion has knocked a few screws loose." He said, and he smiled, angering Ganon immensely. "I WILL become a God, and I WILL take over Terra!" He exclaimed. "Why?" Chaos asked, hopping down from the table he was summoned sitting onto, and looked Ganon in the face, his crimson eyes making Ganon feel uneasy.
"...uh..." Ganon said, thrown off. "To take over Terra?" Ganon said, confused, and Chaos sighed. "Why?" He said, again, and Ganon shrugged. "Because I wanna...?" He said, and Chaos shook his head. "You have something in your head tormenting you.. If you don't have enough courage, spine, or whatever you have in that disgusting sack of flesh... I don't see the point of even considering lending my power to you." Chaos said, as he walked over to the table. "Don't bother calling me up again until you decide to tell me. Otherwise, I may have to kill you." Chaos said, as he laid his hand on the black triangle, and then faded into it.
Ganon sat himself in a chair, grumbling. "I don't have to explain myself to that hack.. I don't have to explain myself to anyone... I can do whatever I want. No one needs to know my past..." Ganon said, twiddling his thumbs. "Damn god..." He said, and decided to go to sleep. All these thoughts of world conquest had tired out the insane demon sorcerer.