Hey, King Spike Rules here and here is the start of the final arc with the group taking on the Major in his mansion. We will get hints of the Stand's power with certain things that will happen. (He has NO TIME POWERS. I feel that should be stated.)

Chapter 34: Final Fight: Part 1.

The sun slowly fell through the afternoon sky, casting the streets in lengthening shadows. One of them stretched from the mansion to a nearby bench, where Mary and Doc sat quietly. Mary's eyes were locked on the victims of November Rain, lying around the yard like broken toys. Doc, noticing her sorrow, leaned against her shoulder while playing a slow, comforting melody on his guitar. Mary turned her eyes from the corpses, giving Doc a small smile for just a moment.

Then her head shot up at the sound of tired footsteps and clanging metal. Doc's guitar stopped, and the two turned to the nearby streets, eyes widening at the sight of their companions. Doc saw John stumbling forward and using Lonesome Dove's arms to hold Franky up. Dry blood covered his shirt, and both of them barely looked conscious. Mary got a look at Kite walking with Keith, who was limping and covered in metal plates where skin should've been.

"What the hell happened to you?" Mary asked, wondering what their friends had gone through. She'd hoped that whoever the others had fought were more manageable than Stu; apparently, she was wrong.

"Evil puppets," John said with a tired smile.

"Snake bombs," Kite tossed in. They nodded at each other, satisfied with those answers. Deciding not to ask questions, Mary quickly went to work, using a few punches from Burmingham to heal them. As their wounds disappeared, she explained the skills she had realized in her fight.

Once everyone was back to perfect health, Kite stood in front of the gate, facing the five of them. "Alright, we are here to make sure our country doesn't go through an economic recession, and to kill the psycho in that house. Of course, we can be pretty sure he's expecting us."

"Plus, he most likely knows our Stand powers, and we're going in blind," John added, though his face still formed a smile.

Kite nodded with his words. "Yeah, but we're at the gates of Hell. With everything we've worked for, standing so close, we can't run now, can we?" Kite declared. The group cheered, each of the five ready for the approaching battle.

Franky brought out his Graceful Door, which got them from through the gate with one punch. Then Doc advanced with American Pie; having recovered his speakers from his companions, he was ready to act as their scout. He snuck through the shrubbery on a path towards the front door, followed closely by Keith, whose revolvers were already in hand.

"Kite," John whispered from his position by the gate. He put a hand on Kite's arm to draw his attention from the rest of the group. "I think I figured something out. Something important."

Kite's eyes widened, but he stayed quiet, simply nodding at John to show he was listening carefully.

Before John could speak, they heard Keith shout from deeper in the yard. "Hey, there isn't any movement in the mansion!" The four by the wall all turned towards the house with shocked expressions, where Keith was waving his guns to get their attention.

"I really need to talk to him," Kite muttered, stalking towards the mansion with barely restrained frustration. Alongside Franky and Mary, John brought up the rear, left to his own thoughts by Kite's departure. Once the group reached the house, Kite clapped his hands and hissed out, "Keith, that is something you say with your inside voice."

"Sorry," Keith said, rubbing the back of his head. He trudged walking over to join the others, who were all looking up at the mansion. Kite stepped forward and cocked an eyebrow, looking it over analytically. He didn't see any signs of movement, but his instincts still told him that something was off what Keith had said.

"Doc, are you sure?" Kite asked, his gaze settling on the musician. American Pie placed its hands on the stone door, occasionally twitching as it adjusted its speakers to pick up on any sounds.

After a few moments, American Pie faded and Doc looked back up at Kite. "Yeah, no one is moving in the mansion," he repeated.

Kite thought over the possible implications with a worried gleam in his eye, a hand unconsciously rising to rub his chin. But whatever he was thinking, he didn't voice it. Instead, he raised his voice and said, "Alright, Franky. Let us in."

Graceful Door punched the door and instantly formed a smaller door to allow them all into the room. Summoning Rhinestone Cowboy, Keith and his Stand leveled their guns at the foyer, itching for a fight. Yet the room was completely empty. "Clear," Keith said grudgingly, putting his revolvers away and moving to allow the rest to enter.

John took a step in and placed his hand on the stone door that they were walking through. "This is some weird rock," he thought aloud.

Kite looked back at it, noting it did look different from the foundation of other mansions he'd been to, back when he'd lived with his wealthy parents. "Yeah, rich people like to show off like that."

Still, his gaze lingered on the stone briefly, before shifting back to the main group. Each of them was on edge, trying to anticipate any surprise attacks.

"There's no one here. Not a soul," John murmured, eyebrows furrowed in

"Okay," Kite began, taking a deep breath. "We should head upstairs. The bed rooms will most likely be up there." With those words, he summoned his armor and led the way up the stairs. Keith and Franky moved to each side of him, while John walked in front of Mary and Doc brought up the rear. American Pie kept a speaker pressed to the wall, keeping watch for any possible danger. The group walked up the stairs slowly, making sure that each of the flanks were watched with a ready set of eyes. Finally, a metal foot came down on the top step.

In an instant, Kite was face-to-face with a looming figure, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air. White hair and an impressive beard tumbled down to his shoulders, which were covered by a green camo suit. But the man's most striking feature was his eyes, red as a flame, which seemed to burn into them with overwhelming intensity.

Under that gaze, Kite could barely think, unable to process how the man had evaded all of their sights, without making even the slightest sound. "Wrong move," the man rumbled. His booming voice seemed to shake the very room, but his expression never shifted from that unreadable glare.

Suddenly, Lonesome Dove appeared in front of him, throwing a punch straight towards his face. But Dove's attack missed, its fist hitting nothing but the air next to the man's head.

"Bastard!" John yelled, head shooting up to give Cleerwater his own passionate glare. As he did so, however, he quickly realized that the man seemed much farther away than before. In the blink of an eye, the group were no longer standing at the top of the stairs; John was barely on the stairs at all, and Lonesome Dove had only hit the step beside him.

"The fuck just happened?" Keith asked, voicing the question on all of their minds. They looked around for Creedence, who remained on the top of the stairs looking down at them.

"I have lost many men on this mission you've set out on, but I am not unreasonable. I will give you this one choice. Leave, or else your lives will end here." With those words said, he turned and headed down the hallway, seemingly unconcerned with the group on the stairs.

"Kite, what do we do?" Franky whispered frantically, having already broken into a nervous sweat. But as he looked at Kite, Franky realized that he wasn't alone; Kite had shown no signs of hearing him, instead muttering incoherently under his breath. His eyes flickered around wildly, but his thoughts were stuck on whatever had just happened, and what it could mean.

"KITE!" John yelled. Instantly, Kite's head snapped towards him, taking in John's serious expression and relative calm. "We need to make our move. Come on."

"Move?" Kite mouthed, looking at his team to find a series of worried expressions. Worried for their leader, for him. Taking a moment to breathe and remember everything they'd gone through, his eyes met theirs and moved higher. In spite of the sweat on his face and anxiety in his chest, he called after the retreating figure on the second floor. "Creedence Clearwater, we are coming for you! We have to take you out, to stop you from destroying this country we call home!"

"If that is your choice, then come and face your fate," Creedence's voice roared through the mansion. Franky shook in his boots, Doc's eyes widened, Keith's grip on his guns tightened. But they each took courage in Kite's words, in his now resolute expression, and moved up the steps after their target.

As they reached the top of the steps once again, Kite looked around to see if anything would trigger when he stepped onto the second floor. He had several outcomes in mind, but he wasn't expecting to find the foyer behind them gone, replaced with a blank wall.

"This has to be something with his Stand. He's toying with us," Kite said, gesturing for Franky to use Graceful to make a door. Yet when they opened the door that had formed, all they saw was rock.

"That...has never happened before," Franky said with wide eyes, laying a hand to the stone behind his door.

"Uhhh, guys...Guys!" Mary called, pointing towards the other side of the hallway. The rest of the group followed her gaze, immediately joining her in her shock. The entrance hall now rested on the opposite side of the hallway, far from where they'd been looking.

"How the hell is he doing this?" Keith wondered, growing annoyed as he looked at the entrance hall. He took a step towards it, only to find him and the rest of the group on the other side of the stairway. Turning around, they all saw the hall exactly where it was moments ago, as though none of their movements had even happened.

"I couldn't feel it...How is he moving us without us even realizing?" Franky asked. Then his eyes widened at an unfamiliar sensation. "I can't feel my door anymore. That shouldn't be possible, but it's gone."

"And no sound, no matter what we do," Doc added. The group looked amongst themselves, minds racing at the thought that the Major's power had made several of their Stand's abilities completely worthless.

Before anybody could voice these thoughts, however, a sudden pressure seemed to press down onto them. The overwhelming feeling of being watched came from every direction, yet the Major was nowhere to be seen. Shivers ran down their spines at the sensation.

"I have to say, you all show courage. Much more than my allies in the War." Creedence's voice boomed, sounding as if it came from every direction simultaneously. Unsure where to turn, the group put their backs to each other and glanced in every direction, hoping to see where his inevitable attack would come from.

At least, that was the plan. Instead of people against their backs, however, they each felt the cold stone of the walls. Turning around, the six found that they'd been separated into pairs; Mary and Doc, Franky and Keith, and Kite and John stood together. There was a moment of shocked silence as they tried to process how they'd been taken away from the group.

"But even so, this is my battlefield. Soon, you all will discover what it means to be in hell." His voice seemed to echo through every room of the mansion and every corner of their brains.

"Guys, we need to regroup and figure out a way to get ahead of this!" Kite yelled out, hoping the others would hear him. No response came, making him grit his teeth in frustration. He slammed a metal fist into the wall, uncaring of the dent he left behind. "We need to find everyone, before things get any worse."

As Kite stormed down the nearest hallway, however, John grabbed his arm to bring him to a halt. "Kite, I have a thought on what his Stand's power is, but I need to ask you something first," John said, gaining all of Kite's attention. "Did you see any homeless people out there, back when you were looking for the enemy?"

Kite was taken aback by the question, but he thought it over for a moment. After a moment, his eyes narrowed with realization. "You don't think that it has something to do with the coal he's been selling?" he asked, receiving a slow nod from John. "Okay, we're on the same page. We still need to find the others, but with any luck, we might just figure this out on the way."

They nodded at each other and headed down the hall, ready to find their friends in the maze of corridors that made up the mansion. Yet as they left on their mission, neither of them noticed the cracked wall suddenly repairing itself, nor the lone eye peering at them from the building itself.

TBC..


That is it for this chapter and i hope you enjoyed reading it. These are the final chapters and the fight will only get nmore intense.