By Mikaa
Chapter 1 - Attack of the Insane One
A/N - THIS IS THE ONLY TIME YOU WILL RECIEVE THIS WARNING, SO HEED IT WELL: I, MIKAA, DO NOT OWN GOLDEN SUN, NINTENDO, OR CAMELOT; THIS FIC CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE, ADULT SITUATIONS, REFERENCES TO DRUGS, AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS, THEN HEED THE RATING THAT THIS FIC RECIEVED; IT GOT IT FOR A REASON...
Slowly, silently, he strode forward, almost crawling on the grounds. How fitting, sneaking around at this hour, through this village, like a peasant thief. If he had his way, he would not have to sulk so, no, oh no. He would simply command the world to come to him, to HIM. How dare he be robbed of his right?
But no, no no no no no no no no... The damndable bastard had stolen a part of his power, a part needed to allow full control over the Elements. And what did he have to show for his lack of this power? The urge to find the shit and take it. Yes, take what was rightfully his to begin with; and to take back that wench that dared betray him, trying to stop him. As if she knew what power really was, what the point of life was.
Eh, what did it matter, anyway? Soon, he would be whole, and these insects would be smitten with love for their master, their dominator, their destroyer.
Yes, these arrogant, irritating little creatures would serve as a great source of amusement as they died. The look in their eyes as he slit their skin open, flaying their skin, only to rebuild it and do it over and over. Yes, the look of fear, pain, that pleading for mercy.
Like they deserved mercy.
Come to think of it, why did he not just as simply blast them all to oblivion, anyway? Would it not be easier than...
Well, it did not matter; here he was:
Time to kill.
He poised himself, having prepared a nice little pleasing speach to fake them out. Taking a deep breath, he summoned all of his control-
-and as the breath left his lungs, not even before it left his lips, he fired, a hot white burst of pure psynergy that vaporised the door, blasting inside and cooking and melting anything unfortunate that caught itself in the path of the blast.
Not that he cared. The ones he wanted were upstairs. Entering the house, he resumed his crouching stance, staring at the ceiling, planning his attack.
"Screw the plan," he mumbled. "These idiots, these pissant little fools! I WILL KILL THEM! GAHHAHAHAHA HA HAH AHA HA HAHA HAHA HHAA FOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSS!"
He knew that they heard him, and he really did not give a damn; they could do whatever they thought was needed to defend themselves against his intrusion, but their plans were moot: he already knew what they would do; Isaac would charge down, the damned, brave fool that he was, leaving Mia upstairs to guard their child.
Their child. What should have been HIS child, not the child of some pathetic peon. Anger surging, he lept. His old slef would never have survived such an impact through a ceiling as he did, but his old self was long since gone. Recovering faster than he had any right to under normal circumstances, he spied Mia, her long, flowing river of hair settling after his attack. He could see it in her eyes, the terror, the fear, the shock, the dread. He knew she was worried about the child, and right she should be! That bastard child, or rather, soon-to-be-bastard child, would not survive this night. And, for that matter, neither would the Mia before him.
Then again, that was all a part of his plan...
Smiling such as to reveal his teeth, he lunged at her, turning to hit the base of her neck before she could even scream from his leap through the ceiling. Catching her over his right arm, he turned to the child in the crib. Without any hesitation, he flexed his wrist, summoning his psynery. Even as he heard Isaac's feet turning to climb back up the stairs, he could only revel in having stalled the child's heart, ending its would-be misery before it began. In all honesty, it was a mercy killing.
Mercy. Like it deserved such treatment. With a blind rage, he threw the body of the child with his mind, slamming it with sufficient force to throw the now-arriving Isaac down the stairs.
Knowing that he had hurt Isaac in more ways than one, he turned to leave, but stopped. Mia, unconcious. Isaac and Mia's son, dead. And Isaac stunned from the blast. Opportunity.
Yes, how likely would it be that he would have the chance to take them both? Grinning, he strode to the stair well, his mind already dreaming up ideas of how to repay Isaac for taking his power and woman.
It would be fun. Oh yes, and it will be, he mused.
End Chapter One
For those of you still on speaking/reading/reviewing terms with me, feel free to voice your thoughts. Just a little dark, and a sign that I am going insane...
MIKAA, LORD OF THE INSANITY (Oh, yes, the INSANITY! HAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HA HAH AHAH AHH HA!)