The Purest of Evil part 2

"Insignificance,"

Lucas let out a loud yawn as he began to stir from his sleep. It was so odd, he had just had two people attempt to take his life a few days ago and he was feeling so good about everything. He didn't know why he felt so good either. Lucas climbed out of bed as he scratched the top of his head. He stood up flexing his muscles in his chest. He looked down at himself to see his topless body and noted that he was developing quite a physique. He was surprised at seeing this development when he doesn't remember ever working his body out to develop such muscle but supposed over his adventure it was bound to be like that anyway. He put a shirt and then went to take care of his hair. After a few comb strokes his hair was perfect, he ventured out of his room to down the stairs of his new home. His father had been able to get them the bear minimum of necessities in the house and what could be salvaged from the old house. Lucas sighed as he used telekinesis to move things around in the house. He got a pan ready and with a snap of his fingers a fire underneath it. He began to make an omelet for himself all without even stepping foot in the kitchen or touching anything. He had become much more reliant on his powers as of late and even using them for simply task he found remedial to pay attention to. Everything seemed so insignificant in his eyes sometimes. He wiggled his finger in a bored motion letting the omelet cook. As he was doing this his father walked in with Boney at his side. He saw Lucas sitting down and then looked over to the kitchen area to see the omelet being cooked.

"Making breakfast?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, you want some?" Lucas asked in a bored tone as he telekinetically slapped the breakfast on the plate.

"Uh, none for me thanks," he said. Lucas shrugged as brought the plate over and had a fork float over to him also. He began to eat actually using his hands this time, and Flint was definitely weirded out by the floating objects. "So, what do you plan on doing today?"

"I don't know, go into town see what work needs down, make sure Duster and Kumatora have they're living situations in check," Lucas said rattling off things he could accomplish. "I have to make sure this place is running properly,"

"What of the ones that attacked you?" Flint said curiously.

"What of them?" Lucas questioned blowing that off. "They attacked me, they failed, and they're going to attack me again in a different way most likely. They had only one chance to kill me and that came and went. I know what their capable of and what kind of strength they have. They won't catch me by surprise again, and I doubt they'd attack so soon after a failed attempt,"

"You seem to know how assassinations work quite well," Flint noted.

"Just trying to make sense of it is all," Lucas said after taking another bite of his omelet. Flint sat next to his son and gave him a worried expression. Lucas noticed it. "What?"

"Lucas is there something wrong?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Well, you've seemed…different ever since you pulled the last needle. You've long grown out of the stage crying all the time, no thanks to me. But this is totally new, your behaving like life is a…a chess game,"

"Really?" Lucas asked surprised with the astute observation more than anything else. He supposed that he has been different, but could it also have something to do with the rate his powers are evolving. "I have been different…" Lucas admitted looking down, not in sadness but in realization. "I thought it was just me getting used to things again, but things will never be the same. I've accepted that so now I plan on making a better world for future generations. I think that's something to work for, right?"

"I think that's a wonderful idea, and I'd bet they'd think so too," Flint said. Lucas knew who he was referring too then raised an eyebrow.

"Why not just say their names, Mom and Claus. Their dead, not evil spirits haunting us,"

Flint was taken aback a little, "Yes…I suppose you're right about that. You've really grown Lucas, and I hadn't even noticed," Flint said patting Lucas's head. Lucas only gave him a smirk as the man stood up and went to his room. At his absences he turned to Boney and gave him the rest of his omelet which the brown dog happily thanked him. Lucas gave one last smirk then frowned. He has been different lately…but he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. Everything just seemed so…petty. His mom's death, his brother's death, and the destruction of his home are all sad occurrences but the sting that he used to feel when thinking about the topics no longer came. He felt like they happened for reasons, and they shouldn't be wasted.

His own thoughts made him shiver sometimes if he was to be honest. Was he going crazy? He wishes he knew but something odd was going on. Lucas stood up from the table and he looked to see Boney had finished the plate off. Lucas waved his hand to make the plate float over into the sink to be washed later. His mind was too preoccupied to even attempt the task. He journeyed back to his room upstairs then closed the door behind him. After doing this he grabbed his journal. Secretly he had been writing down his thoughts a lot lately, reviewing them later to see if his first guess of him losing his mind was accurate. He opened it to the first page to see the list of symptoms he gave himself.

His powers are getting stronger as the days go by and he sees no end to just how powerful he'll become. With this significant increase in power he feels that there is so much more he could do with them besides assemble a house, or simple household tasks. It just seems so wasteful to simply have all this power and do nothing with it. He suspected that the Dark Dragon had some influence in this area. With this substantial power increase also brought about the boundless energy he felt. He rarely got tired, or felt hungry anymore. It made him feel less of a person sometimes.

Next was his intellect. He's been told he's a very smart kid, and quite sharp. Of course Lucas knew that his brother was actually smarter than him by a substantial amount. Most people thought Claus got the outdoorsman and athletic side of the gene pool and Lucas got all the smarts and intellectual understandings. When in truth it was Claus who was completely superior to him in just about every way. Lucas just had more common sense is all. However, at this point Lucas knew he could outthink anyone on the entire island, as it seemed his brain was much more like a sponge absorbing information effortlessly. He suddenly had a photographic memory, he could think faster and react quicker, and much more versatility with his powers.

Also his physical changes, which he feels may be the most drastic of all of the changes. He had muscles, but muscles that felt like stone like he worked them out every day of his life. Combat suddenly became such an easy task. His physical and psychological enhancements allow him to see through anything and strike harder than ever. He actually started developing his own personal fighting style that targets weak points of the body and tearing down what made a person strong. Kumatora was impressed with it and wanted to learn after he showed her up in physical combat. It was a combination of his newly developed intelligence of the human body and physical prows. Lucas sometimes wished he had all this when he fought Claus, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance.

And that brings him to his final point, his strange thoughts. Lucas looked through the book to look through some of them. He looks back on his life and feels very dissatisfied with it. Despite all he's accomplished and the battles won, he felt it was such a big fuss over what? An insignificant little island, that's what. The dragon was the only thing that made this land worth much anything, but now that it's gone what was this place worth. The people will never be the same before the Pigmask came, but at the same time he thanked the Pigmask for waking them up out their fairytale. Lucas his eyes narrowed at his own thoughts. He actually thanked the Pigmask, the ones who destroyed just about everything he cared about in his life, for something they did completely unintentionally. The battle with Claus…one of the things that hurt him the most out of everything…and he was more upset he couldn't defeat him without help. He also wrote that Claus's death was a disappointment for him, only for the reason that it was suicide so this made him belittle his brother greatly. He went through all that for him to regain his mind, but he ended up killing himself! Lucas may as well have saved him the effort if that was the case. Lucas immediately closed the book after reading that.

"I can't believe I wrote that…" Lucas gasped. He simply wrote his thoughts without scrutinizing them, but to see what his mind spits out on auto pilot he's worried about himself. "Maybe I should talk to someone," Lucas said he stood up from his bed, but stood with a pondering expression. Who could he talk to? Who could possibly understand, nay, comprehend what he was going through? He deemed his father pretty useless already and no matter how hard he tried he had little to no respect for the man. Boney was just a dog, though smarter than the average dog or person for that matter, but that's still what he was and he was far too above to bringing his problems to a dog. Kumatora and Duster were a strong option but they were only good for support. He wanted answers. Maybe from someone who could understand…and the answer came to him. "No…I can't go talk to him…" However he could think of no alternative.

Lucas takes a deep breath as he sighs not believing what he was about to do. He left his room and went to the front door. Boney lifted his head towards Lucas as if asking permission to go. Lucas shook his head, and the dog was about to press that he should go in case of being attacked again. Lucas however told the dog he's not going far and that his wanna be assassins probably don't want any witnesses. Where he was going it was going to be heavily populated. The dog eased himself back to the rug to relax and Lucas nods again before leaving. He glanced back at the house with a sigh then journeyed into town since he'd need to cut through to get where he assumed the person's location would be. Town was much closer to being back to how it originally was and this should make Lucas happy. However, all it does is make Lucas shake his head in disappointment at how progress must be restarted all over again. But he gave it a positive spin as a way of advancing in the right way.

The people happily greeted Lucas not remembering they were cursing his name only a few weeks ago. This prompted everyone to the ideal that despite the bumpy road the end result will be worth it, so everyone deemed Lucas knew best when it came to certain things. Lucas was also inclined to agree and even thinks he should have more influence in the village. People assumed that he would be filling the role of his father who is basically the caretaker of the village, but since he's crawling into his older years it may seem time to pass the torch. Lucas admitted he missed the train as he made it to the western edge of the village. He went into the woods that covered the area, but there was a clear path through the trees. The sunlight peaked through the leaves of the tree giving the area a dreamy area feeling. Lucas smiled as the genuine feeling of serenity pass through him at the peace and calm. After a few minutes of this seen the forest opened up to a steep downward slope. Lucas smiled as he leaped onto the slope and began sliding down the slope clearly enjoying himself and when he reached the bottom popped onto his feet. He found himself in a small gorge with a rock formation in front of him. A large pile of rocks were littered all around. Lucas knew what was underneath it as he raised his hands preparing to blast the rubble away.

A sensation told him he wasn't alone though.

He turned to his seven o'clock a waved his arm to unleash a small blast of PK Love. Whatever he blasted seemed to take in the energy somehow, and before Lucas could question it the object explodes. The explosion was terrifyingly large as the smoke shot straight up into the sky. This took Tazmilly Village completely by surprise some calling for Lucas to come save them or pleading that the Dark Dragon would leave them alone. Kumatora and Duster were just about to go visit Lucas when they noticed it and wasted no time to rush over.

Back at the sight of the explosion the two figures from before appeared from a rainbow vortex. "Did you get him?" the masked boy asked.

"I don't know…hopefully, but I doubt it would be this easy even if he is a kid. How'd you know he'd come alone anyway?"

"He's too proud, besides I doubt he want anyone to know why he was here,"

"Let's clear out this dust I need to see a body," the pink haired boy said as he through his arms out clear the dust. When the dust cleared he was greeted by a boulder heading straight for him. "WHOA!" he exclaimed diving out of the way as the masked boy fell to the ground. The pink hair boy rolled back onto his feet then trained his eyes down below to spot the enemy

"Don't think we got him," the masked boy pointed out.

"Obviously, PK-,"

"Not this time," Lucas said shooting out small spark of PSI from his finger tip. He hit Rob right in the shoulder and the blast had enough impact to dislocate it.

"AAAGH, crap, he's already developed it!" Rob cried in pain. The Masked boy rushed over to go assist him, but a boulder cut off his path. He was stopped cold allowing Lucas to leap up enhanced by his PSI and kick off the boulder he threw then leap out at the masked boy. He was rightfully startled, and clearly lacked the experience to react despite having a large amount of power. Lucas could tell who the most powerful one was, and who the most experience was. Without Rob this kid was going down easy, and without the masked boy Rob lacked the proper fire power to take him. Lucas slammed his fist into the boy's gut while also bringing his right leg behind the boy's left as pulling his feet from under him bringing him to the ground hard.

"Start talking," Lucas ordered with a stern gaze as his hand gripped the boy's collar. The boy's mouth was shaking as if he really wanted to say something, but refrained with all his might to say it. "I will hurt you," The boy clearly believed him as he seemed to mentally prepare himself for the worst since his mouth was not opening. He shut his eyes and turned his head not wanting to see what Lucas would do. Lucas almost felt sorry for the kid since he clearly wasn't much a fighter, or a threat to be perfectly honest. There was no pleasure in beating an opponent so vastly weaker then you. So Lucas did the first thing that came to mind and took off the boy's helmet. Lucas's eyes went wide with wonder at what he saw. He expected to see Claus almost, just about anything, but this. They boy had very similar features to himself. The main difference is the dark blonde hair but it still swirled like an ice cream cone like his, he looked to see the same pool of sapphire blue eyes, and facial features. The boy seemed surprised that was what Lucas did and reached for his helmet.

"NO! You can't see my face!" he yelled as he grabbed the helmet from Lucas's shocked grip. The boy pushed Lucas away putting the helmet back on though it was quite pointless. Lucas was in a stupor of shock, but quickly taken out of it to notice someone was sneaking up on him. He dived to the side to about face barely avoiding what appeared to be a small glowing knife that sunk into the ground quite easily. They boy cursed his luck as he moved to push his shoulder back into place since his moment of surprise was gone. He hissed in extreme pain and cast a quick PK Healing spell to dispel the pain.

"Did he see your face?" the pink haired boy asked after a moment. The masked boy sadly nods to him which makes Rob curse. "I knew I shouldn't have brought you along, you may've screwed up everything now!"

"You aren't doing much better than I am!" the boy shot back.

"He's got a point," Lucas added.

"Nobody asked you!" Rob yelled as he stabbed forward with his knife. Lucas sidestepped it the grabbed his wrist. He sent an EMP pulse through his hand like how neurons travel to and from the brain and body parts giving them instructions on how the move. It just so happen that the instructions came from Lucas's, and not Rob's. Rob's hand opened dropping the knife and then Lucas added a shoulder throw for good measure. "Damn!" Rob growled as he rolled back to his feet to confront Lucas again.

"STOP!" yelled a voice. Lucas and Rob came to a halt and turned to the masked boy who seemed to be shaking with nerves. "Just stop fighting…this won't work Rob…"

"Stop being a coward, you know why we have to do this. You know what you signed up for I don't care who he is,"

"I know what we have to do, but we can't do it this way!" The Masked Boy exclaimed. "He's…" the boy looked at Lucas then to the ground. "…He's so much stronger than us, and it'll only be a matter of time till we annoy him enough that he'll kill us,"

"Kill?" Lucas questioned the idea so very foreign to him. Even if his thoughts were a bit callus he'd never disregard human life. "I don't kill,"

"Not yet…" Rob muttered to which Lucas looked to him then back to the masked boy. Rob was about to attack again until the masked boy spoke.

"Rob, we can't take him, he's too much for us. We need to try something different cause this won't work!"

"Well…I actually agree with you for once," the pink haired youth stated rather calmly. He relaxed his fighting pose then pressed a button on his wrist for a rainbow portal to appear again.

"Running away with your tail in between your legs again?" Lucas asked with a confident smirk.

"Just bringing in back up, the one notable person who could probably defeat you," He said. True to his words someone was coming through the portal on the other side. Lucas took a strong stance stinking his heels in the dirt to ready himself for whatever may come out. However, he can't have anticipated what he saw. Out the portal came a boot and then followed by an all too familiar uniform. Then the startling feature was the person's face as it was his, but different and with ginger hair.

"Claus…" Lucas gasped. The boy seemed conflicted to speak but he tried to anyway.

"H-Hey, Lucas…" Claus responded seemingly trying not to indulge in conversation. Lucas withheld himself and his emotions to scout the situation out. His brother is dead, so how in the hell is he standing in front of him right now?

"What kind of trick is this?" Lucas questioned.

"Rob, what is this?" the masked boy asked as he seemed unaware of this new development as well.

"This is plan B," he said gesturing to Claus.

"A robot of my dead brother, pretty desperate," Lucas growled.

"Oh no, this is THE genuine article, I guarantee you that. Alright Claus let's end this,"

Claus takes in a deep heavy breath and lets it out as he slowly reaches for the blade on his hip. He presses a button to bring his thunder sword to life. Lucas stared at the blade and then realized he lacked his Franklin badge at the moment or a weapon. "I…I'm really sorry Lucas…I wish I could do something else…I don't want this at all,"

Some sick part of Lucas was actually excited for this fight and he used all his will power to suppress that part of his thoughts, "This is insane,"

"It is," Claus said in agreement raising his blade. "Just so you know…I am truly, truly sorry for what I'm about to do,"

"That is, if you can," Lucas responded challengingly. Claus' eye twitched in a somewhat irritated fashion, but he relaxed after a moment. Claus then rushed forward as Lucas held his ground to respond to the attack. "By the way, I'm sorry too,"