Disclaimer: I do not own the titans but my villagers are fully capable of over running any opposition to my dreams!
Legato: So we met again in this stage of life played out by its many characters.
Forte: Um... okay... What the hell are you talking about!
Legato: What I can't be dramatic once and a while?
Forte: NO! You're always an idiot when you are.
Legato: That's it! (Glass smashes and electric eels begin the electrification.)
Chapter 16: Cy
Shiv woke up to his sister making breakfast. Larson was up also clacking away at his keyboard, which was enough to wake the dead. Sicele at his side looking at his writings. Aedea walked over to her brother and gave him his eggs. "So what's the plan for today kiddo?" she asked Larson. Larson looked up at his sister with worried eyes. "Mother says to do as we please but Cy is to take care of the titans." Larson closed his laptop and quite seriously walked up to the both of them. "Shiv, Aedea, that monster isn't out of his cage is he?" Larson said in a worried and terrified tone. They both looked down at their feet, "Tell me dammit!" he yelled at them but to no avail. Larson turned to Sicele "Come with me, I'm taking you to a safe place in the city." Sicele was puzzled at Larson's sudden change. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me. I can hold my own in a fight." Larson shook his head, "You can't fight me on this, you're going." he said walking out the door. "Trust him on this Sicele, this isn't anyone you ever want to be involved with." Shiv said solemnly. "None of us wanted to be in the first place."
Shiv sat calmly, almost asleep, in his chair. Aedea and Larson had already fallen asleep, and he was slowly drifting that way. He was startled by the vibrating of his cell phone. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID which simply said, "Mom." The surprise shocked him awake, and suddenly, he was completely alert. He answered the phone. "Hello mother. It's good to hear from you! How are things? ….No. No mother, we're having no trouble at all. What? How could you possibly know about… Yes. We're up against a very powerful target this time around. I'll be honest in telling you there have been a few hang-ups. What? The prison? The abandoned one in Old Town? But that's where we keep….. no. Mother, no. We can't. I can't. I won't. …No mother, you don't understand. He's sick, insane. There's something distinctly wrong with him, a flaw in his genetics or something. Yes, I know you created him, mother, but listen to… (Sigh.) Alright. As you wish." He hung up the phone and headed out to the Old Town prison.
The Old Town Prison had been abandoned for years. It was in extreme disrepair. Filthy, dusty, cobwebs everywhere. The electric systems were still operational, but barely, and only due to the efforts of his brothers and sister. The prison was a chill to behold, and even more frightening to enter, but this wasn't what set Shiv back. He was afraid of something, but it was most definitely not the prison itself. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit up. Inhaling a deep breath of the sweet nicotine which kept him sane, he walked into the ancient building.
He walked through the abandoned corridors quickly and deliberately. He knew where he was going, he had been there before, and he never wanted to go there again. But alas, here he was, in front of the steel door. In large red lettering, it had the word "Caution" inscribed upon it, and slowly fading. The steel door was somewhat of a legend to him and his siblings. They all knew the story, and all knew it to be true, but none of them wanted to believe in the power that was sealed away behind the steel door. Shiv took a deep nervous breath as he slid the old, rusty door open.
He looked down the dark corridor of the prison wing. There was no light accept for the dancing flame of a candle shining from within the last cell in the block. Shiv walked down the corridor, passing all of the old, rusted prison cells, until he came to the source of the graceful light. A cell that was remarkably kept up. He and his siblings were rather proud of how they had fixed it up. The cell's walls were made from solid, relatively young steel, as to be certain the walls did not crumble as stone has the sick tendency of doing.
The bars of the cell itself were not merely bars. It was a highly paranoid concept of keeping something in. The first layer of the "bars" was a large net of fiberglass. The next layer was a chain link fence. After the fence came two levels of bars, one going vertical, the other horizontally, creating a chess board of security. Finally, a wall of three inch plexi glass created the final lock, there were a few holes in the glass to allow oxygen to the prisoner.
The prisoner himself, the one so feared as to keep him in this inescapable box, did not appear so dangerous. His sanctuary was decorated with only a bed, a book case holding texts on martial arts styles and ancient philosophies, and a night stand, on which sat a candle inside of a steel cup. The lid to the cup lay next to the candle. He lay on the uncomfortable bed which he had grown so used to through his many years of imprisonment. He was thumbing through the Latin edition of "Dante's Inferno."
Shiv let out a breath of smoke he had been holding. He realized that he had forgotten to breathe. "Hey," Shiv said, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. "Smoking, brother?" the prisoner said, not looking up from his book. For all Shiv knew, he never stopped reading either. He looked up Shiv looked into his eyes. Those bright, silver eyes. He had seen them before, yet they still pierced his soul like so many trandencending daggers. The prisoner was a boy, looking between 16 and 17 years of age, but the malice and wisdom that seemed to fill his eyes made it impossible to approximate his true age. He was dressed entirely in black, wearing baggy jeans and a pair of black, steel toed combat boots. As his top he wore a sleeveless black shirt, which stuck tightly to his body, showing off a slight muscle tone. The brightest features about him were his white hair, which had grown greasy during his imprisonment, and his glimmering, piercing, powerful silver eyes. Eyes that, once looked into, would make even Alexander the Great surrender in fear. The boy looked up and spoke in a hardened raspy, yet almost boyish voice. "Bit it is so good to see you, Brother. You've come to visit me? Come to keep me company for a little while?"
"No." Shiv said, struggling to maintain his composure. "That's not it."
"Don't delay, dear brother. Tell me why you've come!"
Shiv took a deep breath. "Mother…" he started. "Mother sent me to ask for your help."
"A job?" asked the prisoner, quickly, yet with a certain calm coldness in his tone.
"Yes," Shiv replied. "It's the Titans."
"You haven't finished that job yet?"
"No."
"And your mother has sent you to ask for my help?"
"Our mother has sent me to ask for your…"
"I was born in a test tube! I have no mother!" the caged beast snapped. Shiv paused for a moment.
"My mother sent me to ask for your help."
"Because you can't handle the Titans?"
"Yes."
"So, basically, what you mean to say, is that your mother sent you here so that you could confess your own worthlessness to me?" the prisoner said, complete and utter joy dancing about in his eyes. Shiv clenched his fists and bit his tongue. He knew he had to keep his temper. "…Yes." He answered through gritted teeth.
"Hahahahahahaha! I love it!" the imprisoned creature laughed. Shiv looked down at his feet taking deep breaths. "Brother…" hissed the prisoner. Shiv did not look up. "Yes?" he responded in a timid manner. "Does this mean I can come out now?" Shiv paused for a long while as the prisoner patiently anticipated his brother's answer.
Finally, Shiv closed his eyes tightly and choked back his fear. "….Yes." he answered.
The prisoner slammed his book shut and placed it gently on the night stand next to the candle. He picked up the small steel lid and placed it upon the flame, putting out the light. A pitch silent darkness filled the corridor.
The next sound was that of vending steel and broken glass. Shiv could feel a cold breeze flash by in front of him, and, in a panic, ran to where he knew there to be a light switch. He flipped it on, and the white light pained his eyes. He could see that the prisoner's cell was totally destroyed, and the prisoner was gone. Shiv walked again towards the steel door. None of his siblings had ever been on this side of the door. None of them were thought to be able to handle the fear that would await them. Shiv turned to take one final look at the smashed cell. "Cy is unleashed. I hope you know what you're doing, mother."
Legato: This chapter was helped made by our friend Crescendo.
Crescendo: Thank you for that fine introduction, I feel privileged to be here
Forte: O great not another pompous asshole. (Puts head into hand)
Crescendo:...What did you say to me? YOU'D BEST SWALLOW YOUR BLASPHEMING TONGUE YOU ODIOUS WORM, ELSE I'LL RIP YOUR INSIGNIFICANT BODY APART PIECE BY ROTTING PIECE AND FEED YOU TO MY RATS!
Legato: Wait you've got rats?
Forte: Umm Legato... I'm kinda scared now. (Crawls into corner huddling into the fetal position.)
Legato: WELCOME! My brother in arms!
Crescendo: Thank you again for such a marvelous introduction, the likes of which I dare say I am not worthy. For those of you reading this gorgeous masterpiece, please review and tell us what you think if the work thus far. If you don't... I'LL BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSE!