Chapter Four: From a Gamemaster's Point of View...
(Note: This chapter was NOT written by me, but by Anthony Bault.)
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Location: New York City, Gamemaster Earth
"I should've been here, guys..."
Anthony looked over the, now changed, skyline of New York from a viewpoint outside of the city. With him were his fellow Larson Clan members Jenna Larson, Lars Olson, and Alec Johnson...all of whom had come to join in on the commemoration of the 9/11 disaster.
Jenna looked towards her cousin and said, "Anthony...you had no way of knowing. You told us yourself psionics cannot breach realities...and you were on Mobius at the time."
"Yeah...playing games with Mike, Wolf, and Jason when I SHOULD have been here!" Anthony said. "I mean...I'm supposed to be Earth's representative hero and..."
"...you were doing your job by staying on Mobius as Earth's representative," Alec said. "Besides, even if you were here, this probably couldn't have been avoided."
"Though I did hear you put a stop to Bin Laden afterwards..." Lars said.
Anthony nodded as he remembered what happened...
*FLASHBACK*
Several members of the Al Qeada laid on the ground, all horribly disfigured by fire, killed by electrocution, or horrendously killed by some other means. The source of their demise...still walking slowly towards its target.
Osama looked up at the imposing figure...an American male, dressed in what looked like an ebon black set of plate mail. He trembled in fear...for he knew that the person in front of him was the Gamemaster he had heard about...
He picked up a machinegun and fired multiple shots at the Gamemaster, only to find that all the shots were being blocked by some unknown force. He then gasped in a shock as the Gamemaster picked him up with one arm and caused the machinegun to explode just by looking at it.
So...the Americans have sent you to avenge them... Osama said, speaking in his native language.
Anthony remained silent as Osama continued to talk. You kill me...and you won't change anything. You would have proven me right about your country.
Anthony smiled evilly and then gave Osama one final shock...as he spoke in Osama's own language which he had picked up telepathically...
America didn't send me...they would have been against what I'm doing. I'm doing this...for ME!
Anthony's eyes began to glow brightly, and then Osama went into convulsions as he felt an incredible pain in his head. Soon blood began to pour out of Osama's eyes, ears, and nose, and Osama began to choke as if he was being held by the neck instead of the shirt collar. Soon, Osama stopped moving altogether, and Anthony dropped him to the ground.
"Good riddance...monster..." Anthony said as he walked back out of Osama's hideout, continuing to kill Al Qaeda troops on route.
*END FLASHBACK*
"I heard they wanted to give you a medal for that afterwards, despite being without the UN's approval," Lars said.
"I was right to turn them down..." Anthony said. "Here I am trying to control my dark side...and I actually let the Dark Gamemaster take over so Osama would pay. Not one of my proudest moments..." Anthony then turned back towards the city and said, "I don't think I can go down there..."
"Why not?" Jenna said. "I'm sure your presence will inspire hope..."
"...or make people wonder why I wasn't there a year ago," Anthony said. "I don't think I can face that..."
"Look...we all have to face our demons sometime, like I had to with my foray as the Dark Gamemaster," Alec said. "We'll be with you, Anthony...and we'll face how the public reacts together."
Anthony looked towards his companions and said, "Thanks...I appreciate that, guys..."
The four then activated their armors' respective jet sleds and went off towards the city to join the commemoration...
...and to Anthony surprise, they ended up in a city where no one blamed him.
(Note: This chapter was NOT written by me, but by Anthony Bault.)
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Location: New York City, Gamemaster Earth
"I should've been here, guys..."
Anthony looked over the, now changed, skyline of New York from a viewpoint outside of the city. With him were his fellow Larson Clan members Jenna Larson, Lars Olson, and Alec Johnson...all of whom had come to join in on the commemoration of the 9/11 disaster.
Jenna looked towards her cousin and said, "Anthony...you had no way of knowing. You told us yourself psionics cannot breach realities...and you were on Mobius at the time."
"Yeah...playing games with Mike, Wolf, and Jason when I SHOULD have been here!" Anthony said. "I mean...I'm supposed to be Earth's representative hero and..."
"...you were doing your job by staying on Mobius as Earth's representative," Alec said. "Besides, even if you were here, this probably couldn't have been avoided."
"Though I did hear you put a stop to Bin Laden afterwards..." Lars said.
Anthony nodded as he remembered what happened...
*FLASHBACK*
Several members of the Al Qeada laid on the ground, all horribly disfigured by fire, killed by electrocution, or horrendously killed by some other means. The source of their demise...still walking slowly towards its target.
Osama looked up at the imposing figure...an American male, dressed in what looked like an ebon black set of plate mail. He trembled in fear...for he knew that the person in front of him was the Gamemaster he had heard about...
He picked up a machinegun and fired multiple shots at the Gamemaster, only to find that all the shots were being blocked by some unknown force. He then gasped in a shock as the Gamemaster picked him up with one arm and caused the machinegun to explode just by looking at it.
So...the Americans have sent you to avenge them... Osama said, speaking in his native language.
Anthony remained silent as Osama continued to talk. You kill me...and you won't change anything. You would have proven me right about your country.
Anthony smiled evilly and then gave Osama one final shock...as he spoke in Osama's own language which he had picked up telepathically...
America didn't send me...they would have been against what I'm doing. I'm doing this...for ME!
Anthony's eyes began to glow brightly, and then Osama went into convulsions as he felt an incredible pain in his head. Soon blood began to pour out of Osama's eyes, ears, and nose, and Osama began to choke as if he was being held by the neck instead of the shirt collar. Soon, Osama stopped moving altogether, and Anthony dropped him to the ground.
"Good riddance...monster..." Anthony said as he walked back out of Osama's hideout, continuing to kill Al Qaeda troops on route.
*END FLASHBACK*
"I heard they wanted to give you a medal for that afterwards, despite being without the UN's approval," Lars said.
"I was right to turn them down..." Anthony said. "Here I am trying to control my dark side...and I actually let the Dark Gamemaster take over so Osama would pay. Not one of my proudest moments..." Anthony then turned back towards the city and said, "I don't think I can go down there..."
"Why not?" Jenna said. "I'm sure your presence will inspire hope..."
"...or make people wonder why I wasn't there a year ago," Anthony said. "I don't think I can face that..."
"Look...we all have to face our demons sometime, like I had to with my foray as the Dark Gamemaster," Alec said. "We'll be with you, Anthony...and we'll face how the public reacts together."
Anthony looked towards his companions and said, "Thanks...I appreciate that, guys..."
The four then activated their armors' respective jet sleds and went off towards the city to join the commemoration...
...and to Anthony surprise, they ended up in a city where no one blamed him.