Rion found himself standing in front of the Mushroom Tower, breathing hard. Instinct forced him to put a delmetor in his mouth. There was no way in hell he would short out before he got to speak to Cain one more time. He needed this. He needed an answer. Even if getting an answer would mean him or someone else dying in the process.
Before he entered the tower, Rion pulled out his Beeject gun. He hadn't had to use it since his last encounter with Cain, which felt like it was years ago... even if it was only a month or so past. Inserting a Nalcon vial into the Beeject, he pressed the barrel of the gun-like object to his throat. "One... two..." Instead of saying three, he pulled the trigger, feeling an abrupt sensation of unbearable pain before that sense of calm washed over him. He could feel his psionic power to call that electric force brimming, ready to use. He smiled.
The smile on his face faded all too quickly. If Belle knew what he was doing, she would kill him with her own hands. That being, he survived this encounter with Cain, and whatever else would be behind those doors before him. Catch-22. Damn.
Never mind that, he had a mission to accomplish, yes?
Taking a deep breath, Rion pushed open the doors to the Mushroom Tower. He was truly afraid. Last time, Belle and Lilia were here to accompany him. This time, he was alone. Maybe it was better this way, he wanted to find the truth for himself. It didn't matter, though, the fear still coursed through his veins. It was easy enough to search for the answer, but it was most difficult of all to accept it or to even discern it between truth and fiction.
He entered the lobby of the tower. Two guards were patrolling a large box in the center of the room. He could see the box was made of a clear substance and there was something within. Yet... he couldn't see what was held inside that clear prison. He stepped closer, trying to get a better look.
The guards noticed Rion as soon as he stepped away from the doors and closer to their post. "Oh my God, it's really him!" the first one yelled. "That's the one Cain said to look for!"
"Get him!" the other one responded.
Both guards pulled out nightsticks and ran at Rion. Shaking his head, Rion held his hand out, palm facing the guards. He began to focus all that brewing energy charging through his veins into the palm of his hand.
The second guard reached him first. The man was about to club him upside the head with the nightstick, but Rion just smiled and let the energy from the charge go. The charged Nalcon sent the guard flying backwards into his companion. The familiar, sickening snap told Rion that someone's neck was broken. One down, one to go.
The first guard pushed the dead body off of himself and stared, at his now-dead companion and the simple looking boy in front of him. "What the hell did you just do?"
Rion sighed in both frustration and bitter acceptance. He knew this would happen. Cain would set unknowing, innocent people to capture him. He'd kill one and scare the rest shitless. Then, in order to complete his mission alive, he would have to continually kill more and more innocents. Cain was making him a murderer.
Rion felt the stirring of Red in his system. Although it had been a month or more since Rion's last visit to this tower, the psionic injection of fire hadn't left his bloodstream. Might as well, Rion thought as the first guard pulled out a gun. Rion approached him slowly, looking down at the man on the floor.
"Get the hell away from me, you goddamn freak," the guard growled, gun pointed at Rion. His hands were shaking. The man was truly afraid of him.
Rion stopped three feet away from the cowering, terrified man. He held out his hand, palm facing outward. He felt the powers within him shift from the electric charge of Nalcon to the burning fires of Red. He began to succumb to the power, letting the charge focus in his palm.
"What... what are you--" the guard started, but was immediately cut off. Rion released the blast from his hand. Tendrils of flame slowly materialized from his hand, shooting out towards the guard. The flames embraced the man like a lover, and he began to scream. Rion pushed the flames out faster, hoping for a quick death for this man. The tendrils of flame burst outwards to a behemoth size, consuming the screaming man completely. Eventually, the scream died and the lifeless body collapsed into a pile of ash and burnt flesh. The odor was overpowering and washed over Rion like a flood as the hand that was used to kill dropped to his side, lifelessly.
Rion coughed and covered his nose as he glanced at his morbid handiwork. The second guard was sprawled a foot away from the first guard, his neck twisted at an absurd angle. The first guard was a large hunk of charred flesh and ash, parts of the body still burning. The rest of his body looked like dull embers, blood red lights to remind him of the carnage he had created.
Rion could feel that he had just about three-quarters of Nalcon still drifting in his system, but the Red was dwindling. He pulled out his trusty Beeject, holding it in both of his hands. Wandering over to the wall nearest to the door, he sat down and stared at the bizarre gun-type object resting in his palms.
"This is fucking absurd," he thought out loud, digging through his pocket for one of his last few Red vials. Pulling one out of his pocket, he sighed again. "I'm a murderer, and these vials only add to my body count and my death warrant."
Before he entered the tower, Rion pulled out his Beeject gun. He hadn't had to use it since his last encounter with Cain, which felt like it was years ago... even if it was only a month or so past. Inserting a Nalcon vial into the Beeject, he pressed the barrel of the gun-like object to his throat. "One... two..." Instead of saying three, he pulled the trigger, feeling an abrupt sensation of unbearable pain before that sense of calm washed over him. He could feel his psionic power to call that electric force brimming, ready to use. He smiled.
The smile on his face faded all too quickly. If Belle knew what he was doing, she would kill him with her own hands. That being, he survived this encounter with Cain, and whatever else would be behind those doors before him. Catch-22. Damn.
Never mind that, he had a mission to accomplish, yes?
Taking a deep breath, Rion pushed open the doors to the Mushroom Tower. He was truly afraid. Last time, Belle and Lilia were here to accompany him. This time, he was alone. Maybe it was better this way, he wanted to find the truth for himself. It didn't matter, though, the fear still coursed through his veins. It was easy enough to search for the answer, but it was most difficult of all to accept it or to even discern it between truth and fiction.
He entered the lobby of the tower. Two guards were patrolling a large box in the center of the room. He could see the box was made of a clear substance and there was something within. Yet... he couldn't see what was held inside that clear prison. He stepped closer, trying to get a better look.
The guards noticed Rion as soon as he stepped away from the doors and closer to their post. "Oh my God, it's really him!" the first one yelled. "That's the one Cain said to look for!"
"Get him!" the other one responded.
Both guards pulled out nightsticks and ran at Rion. Shaking his head, Rion held his hand out, palm facing the guards. He began to focus all that brewing energy charging through his veins into the palm of his hand.
The second guard reached him first. The man was about to club him upside the head with the nightstick, but Rion just smiled and let the energy from the charge go. The charged Nalcon sent the guard flying backwards into his companion. The familiar, sickening snap told Rion that someone's neck was broken. One down, one to go.
The first guard pushed the dead body off of himself and stared, at his now-dead companion and the simple looking boy in front of him. "What the hell did you just do?"
Rion sighed in both frustration and bitter acceptance. He knew this would happen. Cain would set unknowing, innocent people to capture him. He'd kill one and scare the rest shitless. Then, in order to complete his mission alive, he would have to continually kill more and more innocents. Cain was making him a murderer.
Rion felt the stirring of Red in his system. Although it had been a month or more since Rion's last visit to this tower, the psionic injection of fire hadn't left his bloodstream. Might as well, Rion thought as the first guard pulled out a gun. Rion approached him slowly, looking down at the man on the floor.
"Get the hell away from me, you goddamn freak," the guard growled, gun pointed at Rion. His hands were shaking. The man was truly afraid of him.
Rion stopped three feet away from the cowering, terrified man. He held out his hand, palm facing outward. He felt the powers within him shift from the electric charge of Nalcon to the burning fires of Red. He began to succumb to the power, letting the charge focus in his palm.
"What... what are you--" the guard started, but was immediately cut off. Rion released the blast from his hand. Tendrils of flame slowly materialized from his hand, shooting out towards the guard. The flames embraced the man like a lover, and he began to scream. Rion pushed the flames out faster, hoping for a quick death for this man. The tendrils of flame burst outwards to a behemoth size, consuming the screaming man completely. Eventually, the scream died and the lifeless body collapsed into a pile of ash and burnt flesh. The odor was overpowering and washed over Rion like a flood as the hand that was used to kill dropped to his side, lifelessly.
Rion coughed and covered his nose as he glanced at his morbid handiwork. The second guard was sprawled a foot away from the first guard, his neck twisted at an absurd angle. The first guard was a large hunk of charred flesh and ash, parts of the body still burning. The rest of his body looked like dull embers, blood red lights to remind him of the carnage he had created.
Rion could feel that he had just about three-quarters of Nalcon still drifting in his system, but the Red was dwindling. He pulled out his trusty Beeject, holding it in both of his hands. Wandering over to the wall nearest to the door, he sat down and stared at the bizarre gun-type object resting in his palms.
"This is fucking absurd," he thought out loud, digging through his pocket for one of his last few Red vials. Pulling one out of his pocket, he sighed again. "I'm a murderer, and these vials only add to my body count and my death warrant."