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Chapter Thirteen: Grandest Reunion
She was silent as the door opened...to the weary, haggard face of Jason. Her hopes shattered, she turned back to Phil and looked away. Why was he there? How did he get there? Why couldn't Garet be sitting before her? WHY was the bastard who hurt her so badly still living? She slammed her fist into the door. She shook away her tears, and ran back into her room.
'Er...how the hell did you get here? You should be dead...you crooked rat.' Phil said. 'But...I...er,' Jason said, stumbling, looking for words to say. 'I'm...not Jason.'
'WHAT did you say?' Phil said, in shock.
'Heh... go back into the room behind you. Pull off that Michelle's mask...'
'Crooked witch!' Phil yelled, pulling off Michelle's mask to reveal Jason, now dead.
'Phil! I should've known! He'd dress up as Michelle...so I wouldn't get suspicious...'
'It was Jason back at the lake, right?' Phil said, slightly perplexed.
'Er...most definitely yes...Michelle...er...isn't 'equipped'...' Rita said, blushing.
'Then...who is that in the control room?' Phil turned around quickly.
Over the intercom system, Michelle laughed - She had full control over the Shadow Fire...and was planning on a world tour of destruction. She had the places in a neat list by the control panel. Kirbia would be their first destination, and everyone would think it was Phil, raining death upon their town. Rita let out a hushed cry, but Phil just pulled her closer to him, letting her cry on his shoulder. He had changed over the past weeks: He had lost his reaper's uniform, and become much gentler...there were no spikes whatsoever on his robe, just the velvety feel of the fabric that Rita snuggled up to.
Explosion after explosion occurred, as Michelle fired the first missiles into the town of Kirbia. Fire was all around, and the local townsfolk were lying burnt in the streets. Pandemonium ensued when the town went up in a massive fireball. It was all ashes from there on in. Phil looked out the port window, and saw the whole thing happen. This was what happened to Sumera...this is why Garet wanted to fight. THIS was why he couldn't let Rita see it. Her status was already unstable; he feared she'd just break down if he let her see this.
Michelle came over the intercom again. 'Hahaha! Light Adepts possess one ery devastating power...soul absorption!' The intercom clicked off, and Michelle was seen on the deck of the airship, holding her staff high above her head, absorbing the wayward souls of the recently deceased. Her hair turned a violent crimson, her skin began to darken, and her clothes became less of those of an angel...she was turning into a deity. A deity of death...but she didn't have enough power.
Power is what she craved, so she returned to the ship's control deck. Next on the list...New Vale. More explosions, more souls being taken...more power...Michelle had grown significantly over the course of 24 hours. Her height was even with Phil's, and he stood a towering 6'4", and her body was an enlarged version of Rita's. She had become a deity in a day.
Levitating on deck, brimming with power, she floated outside of the ship. She fired a blast of soul energy at the Shadow Fire, setting it ablaze, and crashing to the ground. Rita and Phil had one option to escape...
'Ready, Phil?'
'JUMP!'
A sinister cackling was all they heard, as the sky glowed red with flame. Michelle had sent most of Weyard into ruin. All that was left now...was for her to finish the job.
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Chapter Thirteen: Grandest Reunion
She was silent as the door opened...to the weary, haggard face of Jason. Her hopes shattered, she turned back to Phil and looked away. Why was he there? How did he get there? Why couldn't Garet be sitting before her? WHY was the bastard who hurt her so badly still living? She slammed her fist into the door. She shook away her tears, and ran back into her room.
'Er...how the hell did you get here? You should be dead...you crooked rat.' Phil said. 'But...I...er,' Jason said, stumbling, looking for words to say. 'I'm...not Jason.'
'WHAT did you say?' Phil said, in shock.
'Heh... go back into the room behind you. Pull off that Michelle's mask...'
'Crooked witch!' Phil yelled, pulling off Michelle's mask to reveal Jason, now dead.
'Phil! I should've known! He'd dress up as Michelle...so I wouldn't get suspicious...'
'It was Jason back at the lake, right?' Phil said, slightly perplexed.
'Er...most definitely yes...Michelle...er...isn't 'equipped'...' Rita said, blushing.
'Then...who is that in the control room?' Phil turned around quickly.
Over the intercom system, Michelle laughed - She had full control over the Shadow Fire...and was planning on a world tour of destruction. She had the places in a neat list by the control panel. Kirbia would be their first destination, and everyone would think it was Phil, raining death upon their town. Rita let out a hushed cry, but Phil just pulled her closer to him, letting her cry on his shoulder. He had changed over the past weeks: He had lost his reaper's uniform, and become much gentler...there were no spikes whatsoever on his robe, just the velvety feel of the fabric that Rita snuggled up to.
Explosion after explosion occurred, as Michelle fired the first missiles into the town of Kirbia. Fire was all around, and the local townsfolk were lying burnt in the streets. Pandemonium ensued when the town went up in a massive fireball. It was all ashes from there on in. Phil looked out the port window, and saw the whole thing happen. This was what happened to Sumera...this is why Garet wanted to fight. THIS was why he couldn't let Rita see it. Her status was already unstable; he feared she'd just break down if he let her see this.
Michelle came over the intercom again. 'Hahaha! Light Adepts possess one ery devastating power...soul absorption!' The intercom clicked off, and Michelle was seen on the deck of the airship, holding her staff high above her head, absorbing the wayward souls of the recently deceased. Her hair turned a violent crimson, her skin began to darken, and her clothes became less of those of an angel...she was turning into a deity. A deity of death...but she didn't have enough power.
Power is what she craved, so she returned to the ship's control deck. Next on the list...New Vale. More explosions, more souls being taken...more power...Michelle had grown significantly over the course of 24 hours. Her height was even with Phil's, and he stood a towering 6'4", and her body was an enlarged version of Rita's. She had become a deity in a day.
Levitating on deck, brimming with power, she floated outside of the ship. She fired a blast of soul energy at the Shadow Fire, setting it ablaze, and crashing to the ground. Rita and Phil had one option to escape...
'Ready, Phil?'
'JUMP!'
A sinister cackling was all they heard, as the sky glowed red with flame. Michelle had sent most of Weyard into ruin. All that was left now...was for her to finish the job.
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