Wrath of a Goddess
Story by Mikaa
Characters by Camelot and Nintendo
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world presented in this story (the rightful owners are Nintendo and Camelot).
Warning: This story is rated T for Teen, primarily for violence and descriptive gore, with mild language thrown in. You have been warned.
Chapter 19 - Darkness Meets Doom
"She" swung "her" blade at Blonde, found his defenseive block solid, then tried again. Sooner or later, his resolve to fight would fail, and "she" would eliminate him. If any of these peons had hopes of challenging "her," it would be this one. True, Blue had managed to somehow survive "her" death blow, but Dark would take care of that, "she" was sure.
For even as "she" countered Blonde's attacks, "she" was already dividing "her" presence, consuming Dark to where "she" would have two bodies, linked together, to double the power between them. By doing so, these mortals would stand no chance of survival this time.
That is, until the severance of the connection, and the slaying of a chunk of "her" being. As the death of Dark occured, "she" reeled back in pain, screaching a scream not of the vessel's voice, but of "her" own natural "voice." Blonde backed off at the sound, and "she" vaguely realized the lost control over the minions she had brought to the battle. The pain was significant, but "she" slowly regained conrol.
Until a massive hand send "her" sprawling into a pool of mud. The vessel's pathetic vision filled with stars and colors, "she" resorted to "her" own mental eye, and froze upon looking at "her" new attacker: Blue was floating in the air, electricity dancing all around his being. His eyes were drained of care, drained of life, void of compassion. Something had changed in him, and "she" was scared. Only once before had "she" been scared thus, and it had almost been the last time.
Rising as fast as the vessel would allow, Blue charged forward, batting "her" again with his backhand, again sending her flying. Distant shouts of battle became white noise, the flowing rain seemed silent next to the sudden increase in lightning in the sky. Trying to rise again, "she" set up a wall of psynergy to try to block hs attack, and let a grin form on "her" vessel's features when he slammed into it.
Only to jump back in horror as he slammed through it.
Again trying to back off, "she" found movement impossible as Blue gripped "her" with his mind, freezing her where she stood. Before "she" could even imagine a counter, she found herself hurled through the air, landing not far from Blonde (who was backing off).
The world only illuminated by the almost constant lightning strikes, "she" slowly rose as Blue came at "her," more slowly this time. Slowing, he spoke, but not in conventional mortal words. Blue spoke HER tongue:
"IT IS POINTLESS TO RESIST. YOU CANNOT BEST ME. ACCEPT YOUR FATE."
Snarling at the insolence of the mortal, "she" charged him, wincing at the sharp pain of electricity as "she" neared him, and plunged her fingers into his belly, intent on ripping out his guts.
Staring up at him, hoping to see the pain on his face, Blue gave "her" a look void of caring, a look without feeling. Withdrawing "her" hand, horror consumed "her." Even before, when "she" had nearly been bested, "she" had managed to slay the fools who hunted "her." But this one did not die like they had, he survived. How? HOW?
Vaguely aware that Blue's wounds were healing, "she" tried again, only to slip in the mud and fall on her back. Vulnerable and completely powerless, "she" noted the ironly that "her" vessel was almost devoid of clothing: a dominating male over a powerless woman. "Her" mind recalled the scene of a man forcing himself upon a powerless victim earlier in "her" experiance this day. The very notion that "she" was as weak as that woman was enough to make "her" loose all resistance.
Blue reached out with an arm, an eerily orange glow forming in his palm. "She" screamed at the pain in "her" being, the glow not that of a normal attack, but of her very essence being sealed away. In a vain effort, "she" tried to free "herself" from her vessel, but the Guardian had ensured that "she" could not leave it. Screaming again, the last bits of reality evaporated from "her" presence, replaced with eternal nothing...
End Chapter
Author's Note - Wow, I actually wrote this faster than planned. Still, the finale might be delayed. This is my last true "day off" for about a week, and a growing part of my free time is being devoted to the GBA RPG "Summon Nights." But fear not, the end is in sight.
Yes, that battle was not what I had intended originally, but then, this whole story is about twelve chapters longer than I had originally envisioned it (more details at the end (a "Behind the Scenes" kind of thing, perhaps), but suffice it to say that the scene after the Isaac/Alex fight was one of the last ones...).
Anyway, off to chores and Summon Nights... Suprisingly fun for a three-year-old RPG with a limited plot scope. At least the characters are offering pleanty of fan fiction fodder at the moment... Especially Sugar...)
Mikaa
Summoner of Metroids