Chapter Two
Four
The surrounding area disappeared for Four. "What are we going to do Lord Cthulhu?"
"I can't push your powers to your limitations as I did for Osen," Cthulhu remarked.
"Then what shall you do?"
"I will teach you a new weapon." A golden fiddle appeared in Cthulhu's hands. "Zis is the Devil's Golden Fiddle. He lost it in a bet he made down in Georgia."
"Who did he make a bet with?"
"Wiz a person named Johnny, who was actually me in disguise." To show his prowess with the fiddle, Cthulhu played a very soothing rift. "Now, you know zat your powers and weapons are easily nullified." Four nodded. "And you don't have a replacement weapon?"
"Not really."
"My point exactly. Now, zis fiddle is very special because of ze fact zat it turns your voice into a powerful weapon. Your singing voice to be precise."
"How?"
"By creating a deadly projectile of pure condensed sound waves. Sound is ze sharpest weapon. It can make precision cuts between even ze densest of molecules."
"I thought that the Kusanagi or Sumarbrandr were the sharpest weapons."
"Technically zey are. But sound can make precision cuts zat even zey can't."
"What are the limitations?"
"It all depends on your voice. Yelling creates powerful blasts. Whispering creates a tiny laser. A deep, powerful voices creates a wide spread. A high pitch voice creates a fine point. Try it." He handed her the fiddle.
Four tried out the whispering high pitch as she played the fiddle. She spun around in a circle and everything that was at eye level was cut down. "That's fucking awesome!"
"Indeed. You will need to practice more in your own time. I will talk to your boyfriend next."