Three men ran into an old, underground garage of a past commercial skyscraper. Brock heaved the heavy doors closed, and chased after Marcel and Evan. All three paused before a dusty raised platform, with a rectangular hole in the middle of it. Marcel came up to it, and opened a small door in the side of the platform, and pushed in the code. The code was a success, and a bright beam of light green light shot out of the rectangular hole. The beam punched through all the flats of the skyscraper, and Brock had to blink several times to get accustomed to this new bright surrounding.
All three of them shared stunned silence as they watched the beam in front of them. Evan was the first one to move, as he took out a beautifully carved rectangular rock out of his red jacket. The rock, for the first time in a month since they found it, began to glow dark green furiously as it was beside its designated place.
"Well guys, this is it", announced Evan, as he turned towards Marcel and Brock, "The time has come".
Brock looked at the rock, on which some ancient engravings started to appear.
"You really want to do this?", he asked in a small voice. Evan laughed a short sad laugh.
"I can't say this is a want, but a need. Anyway, it is not worth living for me anymore now", he replied, holding the rock tighter as he inspected its forming designs. All three shared the silence again. Marcel then coughed uncomfortably.
"Well, you know what to do", he started, playing with his hands, "You must place the stone into the space, the gravity will be pulling you in towards the platform anyway, but you must focus on how you place it", he pointed at a small square at the left side of the raised platform, and then at the circle on the rock, "You must make sure those two shapes are in line with each other. Only then you would safe the city".
Evan nodded. "Thank you for the recap", he thanked him, smiling. Brock gave up resisting and stepped forwards towards Evan. He hugged him.
"You were a great friend", he whispered, as he has lost his voice from the grief, "You have always helped me out in tight situations and was there when I lost my family to that psycho Tyler".
Evan sighed and laid his head on Brock's shoulder, as his hands gripped on the glowing stone. "I am also glad you were my friend also", he joked, but a second later frowned as he held himself from breaking down. Marcel tapped Brock's other shoulder, and Brock stepped back, but he was surprised when Marcel took his place and embraced Evan fiercely.
"You will be remembered, forever", he promised fiercely, as he hugged his friend harder. Evan was also surprised by Marcel's sudden passionate move, but he composed himself and also laid his head on his shoulder.
"Thank you Marcel, for helping", he mumbled, "You have put yourself through danger even when you didn't need to".
"It was for my parents", Marcel said sorrowfully, "I wanted them to be avenged by sabotaging Tyler's plans".
Evan smiled understandingly, and soon enough Marcel stepped away from him.
"Goodbye, Evan", Brock declared, standing up straighter. Evan smiled and faced the beam. He carefully stepped towards it, and almost instantly the rectangular rock in his hands pulled him gently, but firmly, towards the beam. Panic was obvious on Evan's face, and Brock's heart was heavier than ever. Right before him, he will witness how his friend dies. Nobody is able to survive the power of this ancient relic. According to Marcel's studies, the energy from the platform transfers into the person, and then erupts out of them. But with this stone, that energy that would erupt out of the person, would spread throughout the whole town, not damaging civilians. It would just get rid of all the evil spirits, that Tyler summoned and attacked with the whole town. He had previously attacked 10 cities, all resulting in devastating losses. Brock met Evan, after he was wandering as a nomad for weeks after his city got destroyed, and both shared one thing: want of vengeance. They then met Marcel as he was escaping his burning town, and he agreed to help them to avenge Tyler. He was the only one who was able to read the ancient language of Incas, as he has randomly studied that, and with his help they came up to this.
Suddenly an explosion sounded from outside the garage. Evan turned his head towards the noises.
"PAY ATTENTION EVAN!", shouted Marcel, "We'll hold them back!"
Evan nodded and continued hastily, but carefully, towards the platform. At that moment Brock got tackled down by a deformed creature, form of a bear and a dog. He grit his teeth as he held the beast away from him, occasionally glancing towards Evan. The beast angrily snapped its jagged teeth at Brock, and Brock started to lose energy.
"I am here Brock", shouted Marcel and punched the beast from Brock and shot at it. The beast yowled and disappeared in the shadows. Brock stood up and took this chance to look at Evan. Evan has managed to place the rock, and now, everything shined brighter than ever. Evan's strangled pained cry made Brock cringe.
Evan had his head up, his mouth open in silent screaming. Dark blue beams shot out of him. Brock wanted to stop looking at Evan, but couldn't tear his eyes away from his friend. But something else helped. A ragged skeleton barged into him and pinned Brock against the wall. Brock gladly focused on the monster, and stabbed into it furiously million times with his pen knife, remembering his wife, daughter, school friends, Evan...
The room shined brighter than ever, and Brock had to close his eyes. He at the very least felt how the skeleton disappeared and heard the yowls of all the demons. It all ended in a few seconds, as the usual dim darkness of the garage filled the atmosphere again. Brock sank to the ground, hiding his head between his knees. He didn't dare to look at where Evan was, What would he see there? Dust? His deformed body?
"Brock, you can look up", Marcel said gently, "He is gone. There is no gore. He is beautifully gone".
Brock looked up, and true enough, Evan (or whatever remained from him), was gone. The only evidence of his heroism, was the cracked platform, that was now falling apart as though it was centuries old.
"Now, we can kick Tyler's ass ", Marcel reminded him, giving an encouraging strained grin. Brock stood up, curling his hands into fists.
"For Evan", he muttered, "For all the lost souls. Tyler will pay for this".
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Wassup guys! Sorry for previous story, not quiet as good as I intended it to be! Anywho, if you have any ideas, just tell me! (Tyler - I am Wildcat) Also tell me if you want the story on the battle between Marcel and Brock vs Tyler.
