Chapter 18

Sitting down in a corner, Jet and Luca, now joined by Sofamke began to recall what had happened.

"We are from the city of golden lights," Luca explained, "As is Morgormir!"

"Morgormir?" David asked,

"When Althea rose to power, Morgomir had been living in the city for a number of years. Obviously, being her favourite creation, Althea immediately sent for him."

"Not only did he break up with his wife at the time, he tore the city apart, scavenging for resources he could use to aid his mistress." Jet continued

"We're the only one's who survived, except Morgormir, and his mysterious wife, although not together obviously," Sofamke added

"Explain more," David probed, intrigued.

1988

The giant city of Golden lights, Atiome, it's buildings a crisp white; it's roads a sunset orange. Soaring in the atmosphere, somewhere above western Europe. A hovering rock, home to the biggest colony of mutants unbeknown to the humans below. Corvad, president to this domain, stood at the edge of this floating marvel, and overviewed the world below. A blue hazed had formed over Egypt a few weeks back. "Mutant" Corvad grunted to himself.

Corvad was tall, wearing bright white robes that glistened in the late afternoon sun. A man and woman strode up to him, arms linked and gazing into each others eyes. Corvad turned to face them.

"Ah, Morgan, Mayge, how are you two today? Honeymoon on Saturday isn't it?"

"Yep, a long time in waiting," Mayge smiled sweetly at her new husband, "Morg couldn't get the time off work last month could you dear?" she looked dreamily at Morgan, who smiled and turned back to Corvad.

"The Middle East! A bit of tanning, then west to the Nile," he said.

"the Nile?" Corvad asked, then he beckoned Morgan with his finger. "Come and have a look at this." He said

As Morgan and Mayge looked over the edge, Corvad signalled to the blue haze.

"Look there, extraordinary Mutant activity. News reports tell me that there is something or someone menacing the people down there, the Egyptians are in a right state of Panic!" he explained

"That's one of the reasons we're going down that way, to investigate!" Morgan announced proudly, his eyes fixated on the mist.

"Well, we've sent numerous ships down to flush her out, it's untrue, The Victory, The Wells, The Counterpart, The Red Ruby, The Braveheart, all have gone and all have been smashed by this...this beast. When The Green Commander went down the last transmission was them being attacked by someone called Althea, god knows what relation she has to the haze, but any whatsoever could be catastrophic for our economy, and our reputation, the black market humans would lose all faith in our trade. We need to render this Althea and her haze, if indeed it is hers, harmless. That's why Luca will be taking The Shift Order down with Jet, we need our best gunman to kill this public menace!"

Mogan's view suddenly snapped back to Corvad, a look of utter contempt scrolled over his face.

"Kill It?" he cried, "What's wrong with reasoning with it? Using it, Bringing it back here to fight for us?" he screamed in protest.

"Morgan calm yourself, this Althea is far too dangerous, if we brought it back here the repercussions could be catastrophic!" Corvad turned his back on Morgan as he pursued his line of thought. But Morgan was finally ready to take a stand.

"Oh, but your right, cos it's already here!" He hissed, before lunging his hands into Corvad's back. Corvad gasped, as Morgan withdrew two daggers from the President, as Mayge screamed in shock.

"Morgan! You've killed him!" She shrieked, as Morgan turned to her, a face of pure hatred glared at her.

"And i would you, bitch!" He roared, as Mayge fell back, sobbing, shaking her head

"Morgan, No!" she wept, but his face just turned a darker red

"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!!" he bellowed, as Mayge just cried harder

"My name is Morgormir!" he growled, before raising both daggers to plunge into his wife, when a bright light seemed to throw him away from her."

"Fuck off Morgomir," Luca roared, Sofamke at her side

"Luca!" He snarled back, picking up his daggers, then dividing himself into 4 separate selves, each holding two daggers, "Try and stop all of us" he cried, before charging towards the two citizens. however, yet again he was hit by another blast, except this time there were three grey spirally blasts, that looked like a sideways tornado of dust evaporating the three copies. Jet then appeared in front of him in a similar tornado, spiralling upwards from the ground, as the dust died down, Jet drew a hilt from her belt, and as she did so, a black blade appeared from it.

"On guard!" she growled at Morgormir, who looked at her with a fake smile across his face

"On guard!" he agreed, as he spoke, his two daggers grew into one large sword. Once the growth had been completed he charged at Jet, who did the same. A fierce bout ensued, calling for many acrobatics from both duellers. However, forcing Jet's sword from her hand, Morgormir looked to have finally won, and swung his sword back too finish her off, Luca's blade collided with his, then knocked him to the ground with the hilt, as Luca shone with her power, her blade a resemblance of her power. Morgormir's sword skidded along the floor, before toppling over the edge of the city, down to the earth below. Morgormir looked shocked, as Luca's sword tip rested on his throat. Gasping, he looked as Jet picked up her sword, which was lying next to the corpse of Corvad. Sofamke on the other hand, had pulled a pistol from her belt, and aimed it at Morgomir's stomach. Jet had joined Luca in aiming her sword at his neck. Despite being seconds from death, Morgomir seemed rather clam, if short of breathe from his battle.

"If i can't kill you I'll kill off your city!" he growled, and seconds after he spoke, a massive explosion ripped through the city. Nearly every building was felled. The enormous sound distracted all three crew members. As they moved their weapons, Morgormir took the chance to move, and through himself over the edge, into the atmosphere.

"NO!!" screamed Sofamke, as Morgormir plummeted further down. But even with their enemy escaping, their primary concern was the city, as brick and mortar fell to the ground. A great fire raged, as the citizens ran in terror, although many citizens had already been killed by the blast,. The remaining citizens were trapped in a ring of fire. Some were flying for safety, but all the others who couldn't were trapped, many caught ablaze, many passed out from the heat. Children screamed for their parents. Men were calling for their wives. The scream of mutants being burnt alive pieced the ears of Luca, Jet and Sofamke, who could do nothing now, it was too late. The fire had spread too quickly for them to save anyone. Tears rolled down their faces at the destruction. It had taken less than a minute for their lives to be blown apart.

"What now?" asked Sofamke?

"We avenge their deaths," muttered Jet, as the city fell quiet, only the sound of the crackilng fire remained.

"We do what the Parliament told us to do last." concluded Luca, "we fly down to earth, and kill Althea!"

"Is the ship still intact Sofamke?" Jet asked,

"Don't----call---me ----Sofamke!" gasped Sofamke, unable, even to raise her voice for that. She was still in shock from what had happened. "I moved the ship from the hanger this morning, It's in the atmosphere, the teleportation link was repaired yesterday."

"Thanks' Sof," muttered Jet, who fiddled with an option on her bracelet, and the three of them disappeared. Only one person was still alive to watch them, a girl who was drinking a forgetfulness potion, crying in a corner of the rubble, with no ones mind left to read.