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 20 - The Kid is Dead, Long Live the Kid
It was like a dream world. Colors were brighter than before, the feel of things more real. The air felt different from still to blowing. Most of all, the elements spoke to him, identifying where they were, and how strong they radiated in their locations.
And this dream-state had allowed him to identify the force controlling the brain-dead body of Mia with insane ease. The bulk of the thing was nestled in her head, with the rest located in strategic places throughout the body, arms, and legs, so that it could still go on should most of the body be disabled.
And yet it was so easy. All he had to do was charge up sufficient energy in his hands, and he was able to dissipate its parts, removing them from existance. And when it was no more, the body of Mia reverted to a brain-dead shell, living but not aware.
Not far off were Isaac (with the mind of Mia within), the body of Felix (that he himself had killed), and assorted others rushing forward. It was easy to notice them, for they radiated such power with their elements.
But the horrifying thing was, should he wish it, he could easily eliminate them with but a wave of his hands. He could silence the minds with but a wave, could strip them of their skins with a gesture, slay their hearts with a breath. He knew he could, knew he could even go so far as to destroy the world.
Ironically, this was the power he had sought when he set the events to relight the Lighthouses.
How he had accessed these powers, he had little idea. It was as though the realization that he had caused so much pain and death that allowed him to tap a power he had never concieved before. But for all his power, he longed to see the world as it was, without the ability to accidentally slay something that annoyed him.
The threat of that was far, far too real. The real threat was that of Garet, who could very easily set him off faster than anyone else. And what would stop him? Without a thought he could reorganize their memories, change their appearances. Even go so far as to make Jenna love him and Ivan love Garet. Nothing was beyond his abilities.
And it horrified him.
He had wanted this power, had wanted to be able to solve the issues in the world and heal the dying and sick without troubles. So badly he wanted this power, he did not stop to think of what it involved, what traps were there. Had he forsaken his morals taught to him by Mia, he might not have cared.
But he knew what he had, knew what power he held. He knew the power he held was useful for good, but absolute power corrupts, no matter how good the intentions. He could easily revive Felix, but if he did that, where would it stop? People the world over would wish for his aid in reviving their dead, for healing their sick, to stop "bad" people. With his apparent immortality, the problems tripled.
Within the earth below his hovering form, he felt the planet stirr. It knew he had quashed its avatar of destruction, knew he was more than able to end its existance. Alex could do whatever he wanted, the only thing holding him back was his will for the living.
He did not like death.
True, as the Wise One said, his actions would have resulted in death, and so true the words were! But there was only one concievable way to solve the damage he had done. He had no idea how he would explain his actions to these mortals, and that mere thought made him want to cry. But he did not, could not. Void of feelings, he felt no pain. He did not even feel pain when it had pierced his body with its hands.
Noting the arrivals, Alex raised a hand to the sky, preparing his last act while a part of this existance:
First to happen was the undoing of the weather. Rainbows formed from the ammount of moisture in the air, and eyes were blinded by the brilliance of the sun on large pools of water and mud.
Second was the revival of Felix. It was a trickier move than the first, due in part to having to reconnect the link between the Venusian and Jupitarian that had once been. It was amusing how easy it was to reestablish the life in Felix, nevermind connecting their minds. Again, Alex was certain that he could not exist on this world, for the sake of the living.
Third, he reached into Isaac's mind, and the shell of Mia. Transferring her mind to her body was easy, but so long had their minds been together, he was forced to link them as well. It was a small matter, but one that Alex did feel a pang of sadness over. Jealousy. Again, he remembered why he planned to end his being.
Finally, he revived those that he had slain earlier that morning. Simple childs play compared to rebuilding mental links.
His tasks completed, Alex looked at the ground below him. He sensed nervousness, sensed the fear. It knew he was still there, knew he could still be a threat. It need not have worried. Raising hsi arms, Alex allowed himself to be embraced by the next world, allowing himself to join the flow of psynergy that surrounded the world.
Finally, he was at peace.
End of Chapter