Chapter Six: When Fate Comes to Play
It was nothing but a challenge. It was suppose to be fun. It was suppose to be something to keep my mind off of such things as the Seventh Section coming to a forsaken end! But it wasn't any of those things. It was damn annoying! Robin- Mr. Fantastic himself- tells me to do something and I do it. Where does it get fun? Where does it get challenging? Where do I get a moment to think about the idiocy of my actions?
I accepted his blasted rules on the fact that I did not want to be shipped to the First by express. Robin had given me a way out and I had latched onto it like a dying man. Arsenal would be so disappointed in me.
Train. Eat. Train. Read and understand Earth. "Community Service." Make Dinner. Training. Sleep. Then, it happens all over again! No time to think; no time to regret. A hero is this. A hero does that. A hero is not this. A hero doesn't do that. And throughout the day, nothing but trivia of hero business. It's like brainwash. It all leaves a sharp tang in the back of the throat.
The building the Tin-Man had landed on was my first act of 'community service.' In a matter of days Cyborg and I had the landmark fully operational. It was now a small practitioner's office. A doctor fresh out of school bought the place and was now trying to help the crazies and the druggies of Old Jump City. Cyborg claimed that the doctor's ideals were useless. Of course he had upgraded the building with the most advance security system the metal man had at his disposal. "Useless" he says, and yet he wants the doctor to succeed.
Starfire refused to talk to me now. She no longer sought my company and rejected all possible means of dealing with me. Something I am grateful for. Our worlds don't belong together. The future leader of a planet and an ex-Rokakas could never really get along. Her pleasantries before my past came out were nice enough and I won't forget that kindness, but that's really all it was: pleasantries. Like talking to an important politician you don't like. It's important that you don't offend the esteemed individual, but you don't mean a single nice thing you say. I watched her isolate herself from Raven's company too. But my sister was mildly bothered by her friend's actions. She told me Starfire would cool off eventually. Maybe towards Raven, I doubt Starfire would ever treat me the same way again.
Beast Boy took his time to adjust to me and I did not push him. He reminded me of Arsenal in some ways. He was clever and wanted to make me laugh and I was sure he would be a loyal comrade if he wanted to be 'friends' with me. Friendship was an odd word for me though, and it took three dictionaries and Cyborg's and Robin's help to get the meaning across. I had never needed such a thing. It sounded rather fanciful in all honesties. A luxury. I mean, was it something I even deserved? Could it one day be something I actually acquired? Once the building was fixed, Beast Boy began to seek for my attention again. And I realized I missed him in the short time he avoided me.
Robin kept a close eye on me though, along with my sister. They seemed similar in subtle ways. They both highly thought of the idea of justice and both looked down at the exceptions. Villain after villain was apprehended and locked tightly in jail. Some cells were specially designed, others were sentenced to isolation. Other villains escaped, to my surprise though it happened often. When I questioned this, Robin said that society wished to be involved in the jailing of its criminals. Apparently society did not know when to get off the "high horse."
Another part of my "community service" was to involve myself on missions with the Titans too. I captured villains and criminals and helped escort them to the police. Robin rarely allowed me to do anything without supervision and that couldn't be helped. I was bound to him and Raven by the new cuffs the General forced us to use. Robin kept the third pair on himself and didn't allow anyone else to have it, which brought no complaints from the others. Starfire would probably cut her own arm off before she took the cuffs. Cyborg and Beast Boy didn't mind my company but they were not ready to be bound to me in any form Not that I hold anything against any of them. Robin was the leader, it was his job to look after me, and Raven was my blood. It was her right to guide me through my metamorphosis of Rokakas to hero.
It wasn't the change of atmosphere when I walked into a room that had my blood boiling. It wasn't the death glares from Starfire or the awkward silences from Cyborg that made me want to swallow an ice nut. It wasn't Beast Boy's reaction and avoidance that caused for my semi-permanent mood. It wasn't the small disapproving looks I caught Raven at when she thought I wouldn't notice that forced shame into my nightmares. It wasn't even Robin's bossy, egotistical, arrogant, conceited, haughty, bigheaded, overconfident, condescending, know-it-all character that made the idea of slicing my ears off appealing.
It was my weapons. Or lack there of.
Robin had stripped me of all me blades and guns and nuts and tricks. I was left feeling bare like a newborn. He locked the lot of my babies in a special room within the hall of villains.
And that hurt too. Like I was villain.
It was a test of will, he said. Robin wanted to see how dependent I was on such a dangerous lifestyle. Rather, he thought the idea of such weapons brought from my past so close to me would bring me back to living such a dangerous lifestyle. Of course I don't need my weapons. But I do love having a sharp object somewhere nearby. One of my few comforts in my life, the cold tang of a blade strapped to my arm.
As for my petty revenge, I stole the remaining set of cuffs and stuffed them inside my sash. It makes me feel better to be in control of something! Ha!
Stupid Robin…
In the room I was given I felt only too alone, I know Raven still sought my company, but I know I could not share my thoughts to my sister; I could barely look her in the eye. She couldn't understand the choices I decided. She had been told she was destined to ruin Earth; there was no choice in the matter. A horrid prophesy that could not be undone, haunter her first sixteen years. I, born in a royal family, lived the way of a cold hearted, calculating, monster. I was a monster.
Although, Robin may have taken pity on me for the time being, how long will it be before they realized they didn't need me and shipped me off to the First. Trigon or no Trigon.
Trigon…
Which was another problem altogether. That woman- my mom told me that Trigon would come back stronger and smarter and with more resilience, but I was never told when. At least Raven had a date. I was supposed to fight with nothing. No date. No weapons. Nothing. How am I supposed to win if I didn't know what was called for and what wasn't? I was above breaking rules. I did it several times before, however, now that I was to be a savior of the weaker I couldn't forgo the rules like usual. And when it was dark and the loneliness began to seep into my bones I would think of Arsenal and wonder what he would say to me at times like this. Oh, how far I had fallen from the great warrior I had been.
But wasn't that what I wanted?
I needed to abandon my old life and here I was trying to think like I use to, breaking rules and rejecting the will of the weak. Rokakas warriors were deadly and precise. The training of my mothers was still ingrained in my brain. I doubt I'd ever forget it.
Never kill a fellow Rokakas…
Kill with no feeling…
Cold. Calculated. Precise…
No mercy, for you will receive none…
Not at all how the Titans lived. Not how Raven lived.
A whole month since I stranded myself on this section, an alarm sounded while I lay awake at three in the morning. My body was beginning to adjust to the time change, the nightmares were worst than ever though. I was dressed and ready before any of the others- probably because I didn't have to attach any weaponry to my body- and waited in the living room, all the while the alarm sounded. Red light flashing into my vision and reminding me of a world made of blood.
Robin checked his equipment to find the problem and snarled a nasty curse as the others rushed in. Beast Boy struggled in with a tired and seething look.
"Dude!" He whined, drawing the word out to three syllables. "Who gets up this early to break the law?"
"Red-X" Robin snapped as he moved towards the doors.
I yawned just so I would look like everyone else, "Who?" There was a silence as the group mentally battled for who would tell me.
"You have never looked Red-X up in the directory?" Starfire asked. More than looking pained by talking to me, the princess only gave me a dry look of modest concern. This Red-X must be one bad guy.
"I haven't been able to do much research with all the 'community service' you so graciously assigned me to." I answered with a shrug and as little sarcasm possible. With the sneer she gave me I figured I failed.
"He's Robin's arch enemy." Beast Boy offered with a huge yawn and a cat stretch.
"Come on guys." Cyborg interrupted as he began pushing us off towards the exit.
Wayne Enterprises hangs onto one-fifth of The United States' economy. There are buildings all over the country and a few in some other more promising countries. The company developed a variety of items, from military weaponry to business contracts. It was a world I didn't want to get caught up in. Not too long ago I used to steal from companies like this, or I was stealing for it; whichever paid the most. That was how my world was decided, owned by the highest bidder.
And it was here, in Jump City's tallest and most expensive building, that we found Red-X, bungee jumping from the thirty-fifth floor of a fifty story structure. Flying like a black Kro from the Wild, the kind of creature meant to be apart of myths and nightmares. A feat I was rather impressed with, considering he's the villain. It's not like I can't commend him for his skills of course, if he was Robin's nemesis then he should be worthy of my praise. On the basis of one Rokakas to another; he would have made an extraordinary Rokakas.
And as I'm thinking this, Robin is barking orders to catch Red-X before he can touch the ground. I know what Red-X will do. I would do it in his position. Starfire and Raven flew towards him with ammo charged and at the ready, Beast Boy takes a winged thing's form and grabs Cyborg's shoulders, Robin's grappling gun tightly attaches to a ledge on the twenty-fifth's floor and rapidly sends the man towards his adversary, and I know none of them will make it in time.
Red-X twisted his body and detached the cord at his feet, missing Starfire and Raven, with a swift kick to Beast Boy's beastly face sends him and Cyborg into the glass of the building, and as Red-X freefalls toward Robin I watched the two of them share a glance. It's almost impossible to really think that is what they did though, considering they are both wearing masks. Then Robin lets his gun go and the two begin to fight as they move towards the concrete!
"Brilliant plan Boy Blunder!" I shout even though they aren't paying attention to me. I move towards the edge of the building and realize I don't have my clingers! I couldn't scale the building without them! "Robin!" I scream in rage. How could I really be of any help with the way I am now? What was he really trying to accomplish by robbing me of my dear weapons? They were all I had? All of who I was came down to those weapons!
Then Starfire seized Robin as she let the other man continue to fall. Suddenly, with an eloquent twist Red-X landed on a ledge. He ran down the thin ledge without hesitating and slipped past the corner. I was on his trail already with much the same speed on the ground. I knew every move he played as if it were I playing. Evade the flying enemies; disengage the one with the most flexibility and the one with the deadliest ammo, then move in and take the leader head on with no back up to save him. As if I were the one playing…
I took off down the street with the enemy in my peripheral vision. I could match his footwork with ease. Which worried me, he was on a ledge yards in the air, where as I was on a wide stretch of a flat road. I focused on how I was going to actually catch the guy though. I grabbed a garbage can on my way and took a moment to stop and aim, then I chunked the metal thing. I hit the building right in front of Red-X's path and shattered the window. With the momentum he had the man wound up running face-first into a shower of glass. Good thing his skull mask covered all of his face, I barely wondered somewhere in the back of my head if he inhaled any of it.
He stumbled and fell a few floors before he caught himself. But I was already preparing for that; I jumped and landed two floors below him.
"Hey!" I called up to him.
He shook his head to clear it of the remaining glass then tilted it at me in contemplation. All black tights and too much muscle for it. He was covered head to toe in it. A blood red X's sliced across his heart and both biceps, another displayed on his belt and two more on the back of his hands. A skull mask was the only defining point to his uniform, it too was slashed with a jagged X. As the bitter wind raged around us his cape billowed around him like torn and scattering wings. "Hello lady. What may I do for you this fine evening?" He sounded smooth and very appealing, like there was something utterly undeniable under that skull mask, like we knew each other rather intimately and not conversing on the edge of building and in the middle of a heist. My hood covered my features, but a skilled observer didn't need a face to tell male from female.
"Hand over the stolen property of Wayne Enterprise?" I asked as sweetly as I could. I had never tried sweet before… Or even asking for that matter. I sounded really lame.
He laughed. Slag it! I'd never try sweet again!
"Are you a Titan, love?" He sounded so smug, no longer appealing and attractive.
"Something like that." I offered. "I just need the stolen property. I'm not looking for a fight." But I was already in an offensive stance. Instinct.
"Sorry love. But my employer is handing eighty grand for this beauty." Red-X held up a flash drive then slipped it up his left sleeve.
"Eighty, huh." I did the math in my head, converting Dollars to Rocks. "That's something." I nodded. It was a job I would've done.
"You appreciate my occupation?"
"Don't flatter yourself. I can simple acknowledge the value in that property."
"A tempting fate."
"Tempting indeed. But I'm clean now." I shrugged. What was I doing? Telling this guy about myself was one of those things Robin mention to NOT do. And in no more than ten seconds I managed to let him know I once was a thief.
"So if you aren't a Titan, then what does that make you?"
"A trainee." I grinned then I jumped for him. It was a manner of the wild cats from the Wild Section. They could jump several yards into the air to travel the mountains they lived in. There was one floor between us, then no more. Fresca told me once that it wasn't a matter of knowing how the dominate creature worked. She said the network of all creatures was what was important. She taught me to live like the wild cats, and the Kro and an assortment of other creatures.
"Serious. Aren't we love?" He called as he evaded me and took off down the ledge then shot a cable from the palm of his hand. Magicks? Red-X grabbed it then flew to the next building and landed on a roll onto the roof. I followed. Grabbing his cape.
Not my best plan.
It did get me on the roof though.
I did not have a handy grappling gun at my disposal. All I was left with was Plan B, not my favorite alternative, but a working alternative all the same.
"Are you mad?" Red-X rounded on me. I jumped away from him, gaining distance. With no weapons I suddenly realized I was at one hell of a disadvantage. Hand-to-hand combat came easy for me, but this guy was a force I couldn't compete with in my current state. Suicidal: thy name is Maeve. But he took off again before any fighting actually started.
"Oi!" I yelled as I ran after him. Roof jumping was not foreign to me. I had just hoped I could avoid doing something so reckless. Alas, nothing ever seems to go the way you want it to when you need it to. So the two of us took off across rooftops in the dead of a cold morning.
Finally I had him cornered- in a way. There were no more rooftops to jump so that left the questionable fire escape. As I landed in a fluid roll I suddenly realized what the itchy feeling on the back of my neck was.
The cuffs!!!
How could I forget them?
Pain like no other raged inside my body. Lighting ran a rampage along my bones and burned the back of my neck. I could feel lava rush over my exposed skin and through my clothing to char the rest of me mercilessly. Angry flashes of pain blinded my vision and shoved my body to the floor ruthlessly. And I could feel nothing else. The wind was like the dry desert winds of the Sixth, blistering my soul. The rooftop was a rock of hot coals, scalding me from the inside out. It stung and bit and clawed and slashed and burned. Nothing had felt so awful. I wanted to die it was so excruciating. I had never wanted to give anything so badly to make the pain stop! There was no way for me to think this would be worse the second time around.
I saw a dark shadow blur through my vision. An angel or a demon? I couldn't tell, but could it save me? Would I make a deal with any devil to make the pain stop?
Without realizing it I took out the cuffs and slapped one on my wrist clumsily and threw the other at the general direction of the shadow. No good deed goes unpunished. I should have never lied to myself, to Raven. I should have told her right from the start what I was, what I would always be. I couldn't go around capturing criminals, claiming to be a defender of Justice. I had spent my whole life running away from Justice!
A deal with the devil, that's what I would be amounted to; nothing but a devil's advocate.
TheNewAbombination
A damsel withering in pain, a silver cuff with signals I couldn't recognize, a cold night; too many damned things keep happening to me. What the hell did she want of me? A woman who wasn't a Titan but who was trying to get me to hand over the flash drive without any violence? She was a fighter, it was obvious. The way she moved, and kept up with me, only Bird Boy could do those things. Except for when she grabbed my cape to follow me earlier. That was a level of stupidity and desperation, not a place Robin tended to tread.
And now here she was, gasping in pain while evil snakes of electricity ate at her sanity. Was the cuff supposed to help her? She had one on her, so what was I going to do with the other? Wear it? How would that help? Too many questions, none of the possible answers sounded like any good could come to me. And why should I even care what happens to her? Friend or foe, I worked alone with no regards to anyone. When it is of use to me, I'll take the assistance of someone. Like Bird Boy… At one time… But this woman..?
"Pl-ea-se!" She rasped, her violent amethyst-like eyes piercing me dead still. And that was what broke me: one word, broken and weak, on a lady's red lips, with eyes full of torture and sorrow and begging for me to help her. I must be slipping. I closed me eyes- though I'm not sure why- and slapped the silver band on my wrist.
For I moment nothing happened, but when I opened my eyes I saw the woman shaking with sweat on her forehead. No evil sparks. No more pain. Involuntarily I took a step towards her. She grinned at me from her fetal position.
"Thanks." She panted and shook again, probably from the aftershock. She tucked her chin into her chest as icy wind attacked us on the exposed rooftop.
"Yeah well, glad to help." I said as I tried to take the cuff off. It shrank and tightened around my wrist almost to pain. Shit. Just… Shit. You try to help a damsel in distress out and what do you get? A freaky alien bracelet that adjusts itself to stay attached to you, like a girlfriend who took the breakup badly. Absolutely wonderful. "Oi. How do I get it off now?" I held my hand in front of me but keep my fist tight. No use in blasting an "X" shaped hole into her hooded face. It was probably pretty; she should shake the hood and let me see.
"Oh" She grinned again as she slowly began to test her muscles. "You can't." It sounded so painfully obvious to her that I almost felt dumb for asking the question.
"What do you mean 'I can't'?" I yelled at her. Pretty or not, a woman with a smart mouth was not an attractive woman.
"Exactly what it means. You can't get it off. It'll shrink or grow depending on where you need it, but its purpose has been activated and no amount of willpower will deactivate it. You can send your regards to the First for sending underdeveloped equipment after me."
The First? Is this woman for real? What bloody scheme could this woman have pulled off to involve the First in the Seventh's matters? Suddenly the idea to leave the woman sounded all too tempting.
"Alright. Well, glad I could help you." I gestured towards her body as I moved to turn my back on her.
"You are forgetting something." She stopped me by grabbing my arm with the cuff. That was fast. She had been sitting several paces away from me. "I owe you for your help." She gave me a small smile, one side of her mouth turned up more than the other. She looked rather overconfident in that sexy way only it seemed she could. No other woman had looked like she could beat me. I wasn't even sure what game I was playing anymore.
"A reward, huh?" But it wouldn't do my ego any good to let her know she caught me off guard. I turned slightly towards her as a bitter wind shifted her hood. "What did you have in mind?"
If possible her smirk grew a bit wicked as she tilted towards me and kissed the outside of my mask. It was far more exciting than it should have been. I didn't even feel the heat of her lips, but I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. The pressure of her body against mine was solid. I could feel her body heat, but it was much higher than it should have been. Was she sick? No, it was what ever happened to her earlier, when she was shocked with visible electric streaks. And it felt so good. The feeling of a woman against me was something I hadn't had in far too long. But this one, she was different, she kissed me. She came to me! What was this woman thinking? A criminal like myself and a… Who was she? But I didn't get the chance to ask. She jumped and danced out of my grasp a second after her "reward."
"I hope to see you again, Mr. Red-X." She grinned at me with her sharp teeth and then held up a slim metal liter. I stared at the liter a moment more before understanding seized me by the throat, held me in the air to leave my feet to dangle, and laughed in my face.
It was a reflex of my honor to grab for the flash drive. I reached for it just as she had expected me to and swept her foot out and threw me off balance. When I turned to face the woman off again the flash drive was gone. I hadn't seen her put it out of sight. She was good.
"It's a shame you're not on my side." I taunted. She grinned. It was catlike and very deadly. I wondered for half a second if she smiled like that when she killed a man. She had the eyes like a killer. One doesn't hide something like that very well. "Let's see what you can do Wild Card." An instant later we were at close-range and fighting like this was our last fight. I never went this far with Robin; I never needed to. It was like the kid knew who I was, and would hold back on some small notion that we were the same.
But this woman… She was all stealth. Her strength was to get me off guard. I had the favor of this fight. There was not a scrap of weaponry on her. If she could wield supernatural powers then she would have used them already. I would only need seconds to finish her off. But that's the funny thing about wild cards, they're never what you expect.
She blocked every jabbed, twisted her body to catch me off balance, and was in no real hurry to gain distance from me. She lived in the close-combat world. Long-range could be her weakness, but I wasn't too keen on breaking this tussle up so soon. For the first time, in a long time, I was seriously enjoying myself.
"You're pretty good." I said and was shocked to find myself vaguely out of breath. That same insane, catlike grin shut me up. She was enjoying this too.
"I'd better be." Then she hit me. A nice solid fist in me gut told me that it was a good thing it was plated. Everything, from knives to bullets to even a seriously trained fighter's fist, was blocked by the plating in the handy suit I now wore. It had been such a waste to leave it sitting in Robin's Hall of Villains. The woman's smile vanished as she tried to move out of range when she figured out how special a suit it was.
And I missed her too. She was fast. Speed and Stealth were her weaponry. She didn't need anything else. Hell, anything else and she'd be a living, breathing weapon herself! How interesting was my night turning out.
Her style was unlike anything I had ever seen. I was a master at plenty of martial arts, I had to be. My acrobatic nature was my highlight. But this woman… She was everything ever imagined when it came to fighting beautifully. And she was beautiful. I figured it was a really good thing she didn't fling energy or dark matter. It would have made me miss the most graceful creature the world would ever witness.
Raven and Starfire were not skilled in hand-to-hand. This woman was specifically made for it.
She hit me again.
Her leg was at the ground supporting her weight on second, the next she was on her hands spinning herself to hit him in the neck. Several times, four times in fact. Before I caught her by the ankle and yanked hard to send her stomach straight into my fist. She coughed.
That was when I felt it. "A disturbance in the force, eh?" I called at Raven as a shove the woman away from me and jumped out of line of fire from the shadowy hand that shot from the ground.
"I still don't know what that means." Raven's deadpanned voice came from my right and twisted my body into the air and landed right on the edge of the building. Close one. Yeah, I meant to do that…
"I know. That's what it's so funny." I didn't real back any of my sarcasm anymore when I spoke to Raven. She just doesn't have the sense of humor to even humor me. My eyes strayed to the other woman. She was on her feet and she didn't appear as if my punch hurt. I knew she didn't have plating. I had to be bruising.
"You are under arrest Red-X." Raven said as she held her hand out to me, her palm facing my face. "Do not move." I chanced a look at the hooded woman then whipped out my spinning shuriken and dove for Raven, who was closer. If I got her out of the way, I could fight the Wild Card again.
It took too short a time to close in on the Titan. Such a disappointment really, how did they ever expect to catch me? Raven was down with a swift kick and she was flat on her back when I move to knock her unconscious. I do not really know why I thought the woman in the hood would simply let me attack her… colleague. But when I moved with my shuriken still activated closer to Raven there was a sharp sound of metal on metal and a not-too-pleasant vibration in my left hand. I found myself staring at an equally shocked and ravishing young woman. Her movement had blown her hood away. Sliver hair whipped in the cold wind, and hard violet eyes glared down a small pointed to nose to burn holes in my forehead. Her jaw was sharp yet feminine.
There was a straining in my left arm that stole my attention from the pale fighter. There was a black shape pressing against my shuriken. Narrowed my eyes at it, not just a shape, it was a sword. I lean but jagged-edge sword. I was about as long as my forearm and it held my own weapon completely at bay. As if the spinning mechanism wasn't trying for the life of it to start working again. That was where the vibrations were coming from. I turned the spinning off and stared at the woman in wonder.
"Truly a Wild Card." I spoke and felt like what happened next was entirely justified. While I stood entrance by some woman, that same woman took two steps forward, knocked my weapon out of harms way to Raven then moved a fraction of a second later to slice the bottom half of my skull mask clean off. She didn't hit my flesh and I saw the disappointment in her eyes at that realization. Just what was this woman?!
There was a small commotion to my right and I didn't stick around to let the Titans throw me in jail. I moved without a second thought, jumping down the precarious fire escape. I could still hear the changeling's mocking calls and Robin's egotistical proclamations of challenge. Stupid bird thought he stopped me. He'd take the credit of his team as if he had done all the work. Because of his "brilliant leadership." But it was that woman who had won. She tricked me. Played me a sap.
But I remembered the torture in her eyes as I speed into the dark. That undeniable want to live had been real. I had saved her and she knew that. The kiss had been a distraction to steal back that which I had stolen. Clever little creature. There had been a challenge when he fought; a silent acknowledgement between two very clever and masterful fighters.
Who was she?
Her eyes haunted me even now, as I ran through the cold autumn air at some ungodly hour in the morning. I could feel her body against mine; I could still see her eyes filled with disappointment when all she cut had been a mask.
Whoever she was, she was not natural. She wielded dark matter, just like Raven, but she had been just as shock by that little turn in the battle. She used the advantage as if it were natural. There was only a moment of hesitation before she sliced at his face.
The metal of the cuff on my wrist brought about another set of mysteries. What was after this woman? She mentioned the First section. That would mean she committed a very bad thing to have them stalk her to the neutral section, the Untouchable Section. And what was a woman with a past like that doing with the Titans?
An interesting night, though I did not end up with what I had come for, I did end up with the pleasure of finding another treasure.
TheNewAbomination
A shadow lurked in the darkness that made up the empty cavern. It had once held the Master's essence before, it would do it again. There had been a short time not too long ago when the Master had spoken freely with his Emissary in this abandoned cave. The shadow now stood before a wall scorched unexplainably black. On the one wall and only a small portion of it appears so. But it was here that the shadow began to draw several signals in the ash clinging to the wall. Soon, times would be like before. Soon, the Master would rise again and chaos and despair will run rampant among the human world.
And this time, the obstacles would be dealt with beforehand. No one will stand against the Master. No one will be able to save the world from complete annihilation. This time, there will be a new abomination. And this time, the Master will not fail.