Chapter 33 – Unwelcoming Goodbyes & Unwelcoming Hellos
In the most central room on the top floor of the stronghold building, the General Leader of MI6 stood with a device in one hand and his other hand sitting firmly in his jacket pocket. Standing in the middle of a circular steel platform; surrounded by giant machines and standing above what looked like a bottomless pit, he turned back around from looking at the missile silos which were at the far end of this gigantic room and looked straight at the four boys who were all now sitting down on seats; tied up with rope and chains.
"Wakey wakey…BOYS." He pressed down on a button on the device he had hold of which sent an electric shock to all four boys who were hooked up by wires to four separate machines.
"W-where the hell are we?" Kyle spoke; trying to move but realising that he was completely stuck. "Hey what the……what the hell's going on here?"
"I'm glad that I finally got to see you four again." His voice finally caught the attention of the four boys.
"Hey who the hell are you?" Stan asked.
"What? You mean you don't even recognise me from before?"
"NO!"
"Oh that's right I forgot. You weren't even awake when I first met you, HA HA. Allow me to introduce myself. I am General C. W. Argathride VI; the leader and head of MI6 and also the architect of this fine……social and political reorganisation."
"Wait a minute, you're the one behind all this!"
"Correct. Oh I'm quite surprised that such young and free-flowing minds such as your own were able to figure that out. I guess Americans do have some intelligence after all."
"Hey, don't belittle our country you British f---er!" At which Cartman received an electric shock.
"What is this all about? Why are you doing all this? And why did you brain-wash your own country, we don't understand any of this!"
"Ah the innocence of youth and the minds of those that fail to see truth in the world. Well since you will get the utter pleasure in seeing all this unfold, I might as well tell you what this whole thing is about……"
"Due what the hell's he talking about?" Kyle spoke quietly to Stan who was right next to him.
"I don't know dude, maybe he's like talking like one of those spies or sumin."
"Ever since that day on the 4th July 1776, we the British have lost all means of our Political and Social Power. We used to be one of the most powerful nations on this planet. But it wasn't until you Americans succeeded that day in gaining your own Independent power that we started to crumble and lose all ours. Over the next two centuries we lost all hold on power that we had in the countries that we had control of for the good and benefit of our social and political existence. Afghanistan, Australia, the Bahamas, Barbados, Ghana, Sri Lanka, Kenya, Zambia; the list is endless. And it wasn't until the 20th century that we had lost all of the external control we had fought to gain for so long. But it was in the Second World War that you Americans once more disgraced and smeared our reputation. Yes you helped us in beating Germany and we did indeed win the war. But where does all the credit go to; America. Who gets praised for doing the most important parts in it; America. And who makes loads of films about it and never features anything British that's positive or acceptable; America."
"Wait a minute; is this what it's all about? You're jealous because of what America has and what Britain hasn't? Dude, that is f---ing ridiculous!"
The General sent an electric shock to Kyle to try and shut him up. "And that's my point exactly. You've caused the world with your high level of power to look at Britain and laugh. Now thanks to your pathetic country, we became the laughing stock of this world; not just in political terms but social and cultural means as well. Everything, Politics, Sport, Music, Culture, Finance, Media, we have no grasp on any of it and we've become nothing more than a blank country with no value. All we have is a country full of problems and confusion."
"No you haven't! You have your own things that America doesn't have. You're just annoyed at the fact that you and your country can't have everything else that the rest of the world does have and that's called jealousy and greed ASSHOLE!"
"Don't you ever EVER call me greedy and jealous; especially of such a country controlled by an idiot."
"Well your country's no different!"
"True, but we had planned to change that…which leads me right to where you four fit in this little equation."
"So then, why do you need us? What have we done to deserve being stuck in this whole situation!"
"It's simple really. Over the past 100 years, the British administrations and intelligence sectors had discovered the surviving existence of a unique energy source based in different parts of the world."
"Core Units"
"Correct, we knew that with this power, we'd be able to once again take control of the world's society through the means of the social and political sectors. But to do this, we needed to find those that contained the energy within them. Although we failed at every attempt, we kept trying; believing that one day our beliefs and wishes would come true. And as we hid this truth by means of false statements and truths in the Government over the decades, we finally found the 4 subject targets that we would eventually succeed in extracting……YOU FOUR. And so all we had to do was send our newest MI6 agent, Marcus to complete our mission and our dreams would be well near reality. It was just a simple matter of lying, hiding, protecting and shielding the truth from Marcus but unfortunately he became too curious in our plans and so unfortunately we had to do what we had done to all our past agents……KILL HIM."
"WHAT! You mean you actually killed all the other people who did this job in the past. You sick bastard; how could you do such a thing!"
"What's better than sacrificing one life for the good of society huh? Sacrificing one life for the good of society with a positive outcome. Although we failed in ridding that stupid kid, we still managed to get to the final stage of our plans which is where we all are based in now." He turned around to look back at the missile silo one more. "You may not know it, but you four have been out cold for over two days now. Know what day it is? It's November 5th and in only 5 hours, these seven missiles will travel to every continent on the Earth; spreading every milligram of Core Unit gas they have. It will be then that our plan will have been completed. The entire world will firmly be under British control and the whole Political and Social society of Planet Earth will do exactly as we say. HA HA HA HA!"
"You won't succeed with this you British asshole!"
"Oh really! And just what are four little boys gunna do to stop us? Tell on us! HA HA HA HA! And besides, your little friend Marcus is dead! Without him, you've got no help whatsoever. So why don't you just sit back in your seats…and enjoy the show!"
"Marcus……dam it…I wish you were still alive dude." Stan spoke quietly as he looked up at the ceiling which must have been 500 feet from the ground.
However, somewhere un-naturally 96,000 miles above the Earth's ground, a lonely spirit of a human was floating upwards. The spirit opened its eyes and was quite shocked at what he fist saw after being asleep for some time.
"Bloody hell, where the f--- am I?" And it was the spirit of Marcus that was floating up into the higher regions of space "Hey hang on, where am I going. Why do I keep floating up? I'VE GOT NO CONTROL, STOP!" He tried to stop himself but he still continued to float up. "Oh well, I guess wherever I'm going must be good. Hey look at that, a pink planet. Yer' don't see that everyday." He looked up to see that he was about to float up and through a layer of thick white clouds. As he landed on top of them, he looked around and noticed the entire area was bright white. In front of him was a huge double set of golden gate doors. "Wait a minute, oh my god, I'm f---ing in haven. Oooops, I shouldn't have said that." He walked up to the two doors which slowly swung open as soon as he walked up to them. Surprisingly there was no one there. He looked at a mirror on the side of the wall where the gates were to see that he was dressed in the same clothes that he died in. Walking forward a bit more, he stopped and looked around the area a bit more.
"It's good to see you again…son." A voice spoke behind Marcus.
"Huh? Who said that?"
"I did Marcus…behind you." Marcus turned around to see his father; James Kane standing there with a smile on his face. Marcus' face lit up with happiness and a few tears immediately started to trickle down his face. "Hello Marcus, it's been over nine years now."
Marcus ran over to his father and gave him a huge hug. Marcus was so pleased to see his father again even after all these years of him being dead. "Oh dad, I'm so glad I'm seeing you again."
"Hey Marcus careful, you don't want to squeeze me to death do yer'." James spoke in a comedic fashion.
"Dad, you're already dead." The two of them laughed slightly.
"My goodness, Marcus. You've grown up so much since I last saw you. I always knew you'd grow up into a handsome young man; just like your mother always used to say." James spoke again; at which a few more tears ran down Marcus' face.
"I'm so glad to see you again Dad. At least I know now that I can be here in Heaven with you now."
"Ah well………about that. There's something I need to tell you about that. Well me and someone else actually." Suddenly a small bright ball of light appeared in the upper part of the sky and started to hover down to Marcus' and James' level. "Ah, here he is, just as I asked him to arrive; God's here."
"WHAT! God's here? The God?"
"Yep, he's got something to tell you."
As the ball of flight appeared in front of them, it disappeared and in its place, God appeared much to the confusing shock of Marcus.
"Hello my child…" God began "I have been waiting a long time for you to finally arrive in Heaven since your father arrived here."
"Wait a minute, that's God?"
"Yep, he is God; our father and the creator of our world son."
"But wait, let me get this straight. THAT'S GOD?"
"Well what did you expect me to look like?"
"Well…I thought you were like…y'know, old and more…ummmm…human."
"No, this is what I really look like. The stupid religions of your planet only said I looked like a human just so that I would be more believable."
"Ah right, I get it."
"My child, listen to me very carefully. I noticed whilst watching you that you drank the blood of the one called Kenny; the one who is in possession of the Spirit Unit correct?"
"Ummmm, correct."
"Well, because of this, it has given you a very strange spiritual ability. My child, it seems that your spirit is not ready to join Heaven. You are supposed to officially die when England win the next FIFA World Cup; and that is in another 80 years. Because of the energy that you now have from that Core Unit, your spirit will be able to return to Earth and you will be able to live again for a second time."
"Really! You mean it?"
"What do I look like, a mortgage lender? Of course I mean it, I'm God. However, in order for me to return your spirit to Earth and back into your body, there is one thing that needs to happen and that is that your father must give up his spirit in Heaven in order for you to live on Earth again."
"What! You mean…you mean, dad won't even exist in Heaven as well?"
"I'm afraid so son. Once you return back to Earth, you'll never ever see me again, not even in death Marcus."
"No, no no no, I can't let that happen. I can't live without you dad, I love you. And not seeing you when I die is even worse."
"Marcus, listen to me. You have a life ahead of you and you've been given a second chance here. Besides, you're needed to stop that madness back on Earth from happening. Not only your friends and family, but the entire world needs you Marcus. And that's more of an importance than seeing me Marcus. Do you understand son?"
"Uh-huh." Marcus replied; now starting to cry lightly with more tears running down his face. His father gave him one last big hug that lasted for a minute and he slowly broke away from Marcus' grasp.
"OK, then if you two are ready, let us begin." And so God used his powers. And within a minute, James Kane's spirit in Heaven decided to fade away out of complete existence.
"Goodbye Marcus, I'll always be with you in your mind and in your heart. Remember that." And with that, he disappeared. Marcus' head dropped as he continued to cry slightly.
"Alright my child. Now it is time for you to return back to Earth. Have a safe fall and watch your head."
"What?" But just as Marcus had finished saying that, the clouds that Marcus was stood on vanished and Marcus began falling down through space; yelling at the top of his voice in fear. And it was only a couple of minutes later, that his spirit started rushing through the layers of the cave and finally landed back in Marcus' body. His eyes shot open and he slowly picked himself up and stood up. He looked at his right hand which was clean and he pulled his shirt up to see that the area where the sniper bullet had hit him had disappeared and his chest was back to its normal state. He had no idea what it was, but Marcus felt a sudden huge rush of energy flow through him.
"Thanks dad, thanks God. I won't disappoint you! I WILL NOT!" And suddenly there was a huge tone of concentration and determination on Marcus' face. He quickly did a few warm-ups where he was stood, cleaned and sharpened both his knife and his sword that he picked up of the ground after it had fallen out of its sword-shaped case.
And as soon as Marcus was ready, he strapped the sword and its case back around his body, put both guns back in the supports under his shirt, placed his knife in one of his belt pockets and began sprinting down the cave corridor; determined to put an end to MI6's plan. Marcus had a huge rush of strength flowing through his body and he found himself easily getting past all of the area's industrial obstacles that appeared later on. This time, Marcus' determination was seriously high.
An hour later, Marcus finally managed to reach the upper levels of the caves. Finding an exit out of the caves, he opened a hatch on one of the cave ceiling and jumped out. He was now standing on what looked like a metal floor that had been constructed on top of the caves. To his left and right was a long row of black steel fencing with barbed wire on top of it. Following the metal path, he found himself entering the MI6 stronghold through a small back entrance/exit. As he walked down the small, dark, grey corridors of the stronghold, he finally entered the main complex industrial section of the stronghold. There was dozens of metal platforms all of different sizes and heights based in what looked like a warehouse part. As Marcus took a lift up to one of the platforms, he looked around to see if he could find an exit. There was strange feel about the place and it sent quite a cool and strange chill down Marcus' back.
With the lift finally reaching its top point, Marcus slowly walked forward; unaware that above, he was being watched by someone. As he entered the central part of the metal platform, someone secretly and quietly was sneaking up on him. Sensing something that he didn't like, Marcus took out his sword and prepared himself for anything that he thought was coming his way. Then for that split second, he hard something and quickly turned back around, but there was nothing. Then within a split second, someone swung from a pole and came rushing down on Marcus; targeting him with his or her sword that they also possessed. Luckily, Marcus managed to roll and dodge this person's incoming attack. Marcus only suffered a slight scratch from the sword's sharpness. And as a few droplets of blood dripped off the sword's end, the holder of the sword slowly stood back up.
"It's been a long time………BROTHER."
Marcus was surprised and shocked to see that the guy that he was now looking at was none other than his own brother. "Scott!"
"I died in a helicopter crash two years ago, is that what MI6 told you?" Scott began to speak; at which both lads started walking in a circle; keeping identically parallel with one another.
"Wait a minute, you're the one who kept making those anonymous calls to me. It was you who led us here!"
"Heh, you catch on quick. Well I guess that's expected, after all, we both know where we get our skills from." As Scott turned away; flicking his sword around in his hand, he quickly turned back round and made an attempt to stab Marcus. But Marcus was quick to react; dodging Scott's attack and trying to attack Scott with his own sword as well.
"What do you want Scott?"
"Heh!" The two of them started fighting with their swords. Each of them using an array of sword skills and techniques to try and outwit their brother. But they defended just as good as they attacked. "I just want to show mum and everybody else just how perfect this world can become once we take full control of this pathetic society!"
"Leave mum out of this Scott!" Marcus attacked Scott again but Scott was easy to defend himself with his sword.
"Oh I needed her to prove a point. The point that for once, I'm right and you're wrong!" Scott kicked a barrel and then charged forward with his sword angled horizontally. Marcus was able to punch the barrel away and defended himself by angling his sword vertically. As the two swords collided and scratched each other's cold steel body, both Marcus and Scott were sent flying down onto a lower platform. But Marcus managed to back flip back onto his feet and land whereas Scott performed one of those rotational front flips to land on his feet but facing the other way. The two lads both looked over their shoulders and stood back up.
"You're getting mum involved just for this Scott! Just for another of your pathetic brotherly arguments!" Marcus charged at Scott and the two of them resumed their sword fight; flicking their swords in mid-air and catching them at different times in some cases. They both grabbed one another's wrists and wrestled each other; looking at one another's face whilst doing so. Scott, being slightly stronger managed to get the upper hand and flung Marcus down onto the ground.
Kicking Marcus' sword away from his grasp, Scott stood above where Marcus lay and looked at him. "Oh no, not just for that, it's all for our country's sake."
"What……our country's sake?"
"Heh, we almost let our society become even worse. But enough talk from you, DIE BROTHER!" Scott jumped forward and launched his sword at Marcus' chest where his heart was. But Marcus managed to grab his sword just in time. With Scott pressing down on the sword whilst Marcus was pressing up, it was a battle of strength and power as the two brothers fought over control of where Scott's sword went. Luckily, Marcus had enough strength in him to push his sword away and kick Scott back. Standing back up and picking his sword back up, Marcus looked forward at Scott who was smirking. Scott back-flipped onto a higher platform and looked down at his brother.
"You may have been able to escape death for now brother. But that doesn't mean you'll be able to escape the result of truth and peace that this will all bring." Scott walked off out of Marcus' sight. Marcus placed his sword back in its carrier that was attached to his back and followed the path that was connected to the metal platform. Reaching one of the far corners of the warehouse room, Marcus walked through the door and further into the industrial section of the stronghold.