Chapter 34 – Kane-Bridge vs. Kane-Bridge

Half an hour later and Marcus found himself entering a giant industrial section of the stronghold. Everywhere around him were machines and mechanical objects doing several industrial jobs and the floor of the gigantic room was covered in pools of liquid molten metal; bright yellow and white in colour and bubbling slightly. As he walked across the warm metallic flooring that hang hundreds of feet above the molten metal ground, he spotted his brother Scott standing and talking to someone in the distance. He hid behind a standing metal pipe and gazed around the side. Taking a closer look, he realised that his brother was talking with his mother; Liz.

"I saw you walking into this area right from over there. What are you doing in a place like this?" Scott spoke.

"Oh son…" Liz began. "…I've heard some terrible terrible things."

"What things!"

"I…I…I heard that…that you were working alongside MI6 and that you were helping them with what they're doing. I hard that you even tried to kill your own brother!"

"You don't understand mum. Marcus has been blinded by lies; he doesn't see the truth behind why MI6 and the Government want to make this world a better place for all of us."

"Please Scott, I'm so happy that you're alive, but don't do this. Please, let's go home and forget all about this. Please tell MI6 to stop all this; it doesn't have to be this way."

"But it does mum. Don't you realise what's happening? This world is about to become perfect again for us. As soon as the Government takes control of the entire world, then we the British will have everything that we've ever wanted; power, ability, happiness and the world will do whatever we want. It'll be great!"

His mum stepped back slightly in shock and looked as if she was about to cry. "I can't believe what I'm hearing, my whole family was right. You've changed Scott; you're not the son that I remembered you by anymore. You've become a monster. Scott……can't you see…you're making me cry! You're trying to force me down a path that I just can't follow."

There was a slight annoyed tone on Scott's face. "Is it because you love Marcus more than you do me? Is it because you don't trust me!"

"No…it's because of who you now are and what you plan to become. You're not my son Scott. Please…don't become like this…" As his mother started crying in her speech, Scott spotted Marcus with his hands by his side standing by the bottom of the slope attached to the large circular platform Scott was standing on. "…I love you both Scott."

"YOU LIAR!" Scott yelled as he walked over slightly. "YOU'VE ALWAYS LOVED HIM MORE THAN ME! And you never trusted me ever! And you still don't trust me!" And simply out of shear anger and frustration, Scott couldn't control himself as he took his sword out of the case on his back and shoved it slightly in his mother's chest.

"Scott…p-please…don't…"

"Let mum go Scott!" Marcus shouted; beginning to walk over to where Scott was.

"Scott…" Liz still pleaded for his son to let go of his sword in her painful and breath-lacking voice.

"LET…HER…GO SCOTT."

Finally Scott pulled his sword back out and his mother fell to the ground; lying down on the warm metallic platform. Scott looked down in shock as he finally realised what he had done. He looked back up at Marcus with anger building on his face.

"You turned her against me didn't you?"

Marcus looked back at his brother after looking shocked at seeing the sight of his mother on the floor. "You've done that yourself Scott!"

The two started to once more walk in a circular fashion. Scott took off his light jacket and threw it onto the floor. "You will not let mum die in front of me!"

"Your anger and frustration over other's opinions in your actions have already done that Scott…" The two brothers looked at one another with sharp looks whilst still walking in a circular way. "You've allowed MI6 and the Government to…poison and corrupt your mind until………until now you've become the only thing that they've always wanted;……someone who would be stupid enough to believe something that the Government would make up."

"Don't lecture me Marcus! I see through the lies that countries like America have created and I've seen just how big of a corruption they have caused to our country." Scott turned around so that his back was to Marcus. "And once we've completed our final phase, our country will have everything! Peace, Freedom, Justice, Security and some music that will finally reach the number 1 spot in over 50 different countries."

"WHAT? Is this what it's all about? Jealousy of another country's own properties!"

"Don't push me Marcus?"

"Scott…are you blind? I'm British…BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING ABOUT WHAT WE HAVEN'T GOT! Don't you see that there are people in our country that are happy with their lives! They don't need this Scott! THEY'RE HAPPY!"

"Well then…if you're not my ally Marcus………then I guess you're my enemy."

Marcus stood with a look on his face saying that he was disappointed in what Scott had become. "Only someone who would believe in such Political rubbish would sink this low." Marcus pulled out his sword and gripped its handle with his right hand "I will do what I must. I'm sorry it had to be this way Scott, but if I have to kill you in order to get by, then so I shall." Marcus readied himself.

"You will try brother…….and you…will…fail!" Scott quickly pulled his sword back out and jumped backwards; flipping forward to face Marcus. With Scott charging at Marcus in mid-air; yelling at the top of his voice, the two brothers finally began their final brotherly fight, but this time it would be their last and their most serious of fights. As the two continued to unleash extremely quick sword attacks and defensive move, the fight had become nothing more than a fight to the death between two brothers who had never liked one another ever since they were born.

As the moved across the circular platform and down several other walking platforms, the only thing that they focus on was their own brother. They weren't aware of the industrial surroundings and what was happening; killing their won brother was the only thing on both their minds. As they got near a workstation hut, Marcus hit a switch on one of the constructed walls and a metallic door slowly opened. Marcus and Scott started to move down a tight corridor inside the structure and sparks from the electrical equipment started to go off and parts of the technological structure started to fly ff as both powerful swords sliced through little chips and parts of the walls and ceilings. They were now entering a room full of computers and devices. Both pulling off loads of acrobatic moves and sword abilities, they jumped onto a long table and resumed their battle. Scott jumped and kicked Marcus back slightly. But as he tried to kick him again, Marcus kicked Scott back; sending him crashing onto the table. Marcus flicked his sword back into his hand with his foot and swung it with both hands in order to deliver a slicing final blow to Scott. But Scott managed to grab his sword quickly and block Marcus' sword with his won sword.

The two brothers jumped off the table at different ends and ran to the centre to resume their battle. With two powerful swings, they sent their swords pressing against each other. Marcus and Scot pushed as hard as they can to get the upper hand over their brother but both slipped over and dropped their swords. Picking his up, Scott launched himself at Marcus; who rolled out of the way. Scott's sword crashed into a machine which activated itself upon contact. A huge transportation device started to function. Carriers of liquid hot metal started to move on wires and several platforms and towers were moving as well upon activation. Meanwhile back in the workstation, Marcus hit another switch and rotated his sword around a few times; readying himself yet again for Scott.

As the two moved back outside into the hot industrial surroundings, they continued fighting with their swords. They were getting near the edge of an outside platform and Marcus was the one who was moving backwards rather than forwards. He soon ran towards the edge with Scott giving chase. Marcus spotted a pipe above and quickly swung on it; getting behind Scott in the process. Now Scott was the one moving backwards as they fought.

Scott jumped backwards onto a set of vertical pipes which were positioned right above a massive pool of liquid metal. Marcus followed on and the two lads started to focus more on keeping their balance. Now and again as they moved over the pipes, they would swing their sword in an attempt to hit their bother. But both managed to defend from the other's attack. Jumping down onto a lower metal platform as soon as hey reached the other side, they resumed their sword fight once more. Scott punched his brother back slightly and the two brothers wrestled with each other; grabbing each others hands and swords and forcing the other to trip or fall. As they did this, a wall of liquid metal exploded and shot up beside them. Realising that the liquid metal was too close to them they both went their separate ways down different channel platforms and the hot bright liquid splattered over the platform; covering the wires that held the whole platform up.

Marcus & Scott started to shake as they realised the platforms they were standing up were starting to lose their grip with the wires and chains. They both jumped up and held onto a chain each. They found themselves swinging from side to side; striking each other's sword whenever the two swinging chains met. Marcus spotted a moving platform on a mechanical transportation device and swung the chain he was holding over to it. Having enough distance he let go and stood on the square platform; looking over at his brother and waiting. Scott looked around and dropped onto a tight thin channel platform. He sprinted as fast as he could to another square platform that he spotted on the same transportation device and jumped onto it. The platform that Scott was standing on was catching up to Marcus' platform which was moving slower.

As soon as the two platforms were next to each other, they resumed their sword fight; still displaying quick and fast moves and techniques. After five minutes of continuous attacking and defending the two brothers stopped as the two platforms went away from each other and moved in their own directions. But Marcus & Scott could still see each other through the glass capsules that were acting as the divider in the middle.

"I tried Scott." Marcus spoke; taking a deep breath after the exhaustion of fighting for so long. "I tried to be a brother and I guess I failed."

"I should have known that you would be against all this Marcus!"

"Scott don't you see what the Government are doing! They're bad-minded."

"From my point of view, you're the one who's bad-minded!"

"THEN I GUESS YOU'RE BAD-MINDED AS WELL!"

As the two square platforms met each other and came together again, Scott looked straight into Marcus' eyes. "After nearly 17 years of rivalry, this is where you die MARCUS!"

"Well……not before I beat you first…brother."

With a sick angry look on his face, Scott front flipped onto the platform that Marcus was standing on and the two lads began their final sword battle. As the two swords banged, crashed and clattered against each other, there were extreme signs of determination on each lad's faces. Both Marcus and Scott didn't like their brother and the will to win this fight showed just how much they didn't like each other. Marcus was right on the edge of the platform; as if he was about to all about. But he soon saw part of the cave's upper floor ground at the corner of the ground that he could land on. As he and Scott pressed their swords together, Marcus built up enough energy and back flipped onto the cave ground with Scott swinging his sword in an attempt to hurt him. The platform stopped right next to where Marcus had landed. Marcus was on a higher level than the platform and he was virtually looking down at Scott; realising that the hot molten metal was very near to touching the bottom of the platform.

"It's over Scott! You've lost!" Marcus spoke in a cautionary voice.

"Lost? HA HA, LOST? Are you thick brother? I'm still alive and you've still got a painful death to have."

"Think Scott. I have the high ground and that hot molten metal is only a few inches from touching your feet. You're trapped Scott; it's over."

"I think you're underestimating what skill and power I have."

Marcus quickly realised what Scott was about to do. "No…don't try it. For the love of God Scott, don't try it."

But Scott was too blinded by his own confidence and so with a huge roar of power, Scott jumped up into mid-air; flipping whilst in the air and trying to land exactly behind where Marcus was. But just when Scott was over-head, Marcus swung his sword as hard as he could and in the process……Marcus sliced off both Scott's legs.

There was a huge yell of pain as Scott crashed to the ground and rolled down the muddy ground's hill a few times. The hill was too steep for Scott to crawl his way up so he tried to hold onto a chain that was attached to the hill part of the ground. His sword had already fell into the pool of molten metal after Scott had dropped it and all that Scott had now was a body with no legs and a continuing scream of pain and suffering. The rest of his body was very close to making slight contact with the molten metal and all that Marcus could do was stand there and yell at him in tears.

"WHY SCOTT, WHY? You were supposed to be my brother! You were supposed to love and care for me; just as I tried to love and care for you! And you just threw it all back in my face like I was nothing."

Scott looked back up at Marcus with every bit of energy he had. "I HATE YOU!" He screamed back at Marcus as he tried to get some grip on the cave's ground.

Marcus was now in tears. "And now thanks to you………I don't even have a family now. You were the last one I had………and now I've had to kill you myself, you; my own brother."

Scott looked back up at him and eventually, he lost grip on the chain and slowly slid into the pool of molten metal. As the hot yellow and white liquid started eating and breaking down the remaining part of his legs and eventually his own body, he yelled at the top of his voice in utter pain and agony. Marcus' head rotated slightly as he couldn't bear to see his own brother slowly die in the pool of hot, liquid metal. And as Scott's head and face finally went into the liquid, all traces of Marcus ever identifying that it was his brother down there were lost. The skin started to melt off Scott's face and after a few seconds, Scott's right hand was the only thing that was above the surface of the molten metal. And as that slowly disappeared under the thickness of the yellow and white hot molten metal, Marcus wiped the tears off his face and placed his sword back in the case that was attached to his back.

As he walked up the slope on the cave's ground, he looked over at a distance to see his mum still lying on the circular platform from before. It didn't take Marcus long to break down again in a few tears as he realised that Scott had killed his mother. But Marcus wasn't that upset, he had known slightly for quite a while that this kind of thing would happen. And as he opened the double metallic doors on the near wall to walk out, he looked back at where Scott disappeared and turned back around; walking out of the room and down the next greyish coloured corridor.