CHAPTER 5
The psychedelic colors which had swirled around Cecil subsided, the symbols on the walls stopped glowing, and the concept of time had returned to the world. With his head held low, and his hair covering his eyes, Cecil began to laugh, similarly to his now hollow-headed uncle. "The hell is wrong with him?" the man with the gun pointed at Cecil said, somewhat put off by Cecil's relaxed demeanor. "There's nothing wrong with me. In fact, I've never felt better in my life" he said, as he pointed his face directly at his assailants.
His eye was unlike it once was. His green pupil had turned into a royal purple one, and inside it was the symbol which adorned the walls and was in the eye of his dead uncle. "Bear witness to my rebirth" Cecil said maliciously. The man unloaded his clip at Cecil's body, but the bullets simply passed through him. "What the fuck?!" the man said, terrified. "You cannot kill me" Cecil said patronizingly. Purple flames began to spread around the room, encasing the people in it in a box of flame. The other man drew his gun and fired it at Cecil as well, only this time the gun apparently melted in the man's hand just as the trigger was pulled. Cecil disappeared and reappeared next to the two men with his switchblade drawn; and subsequently opened both of their necks with the cold steel.
"You can go" he said, turning to Lillian. Without saying a word, the woman strode past him and through the purple flames unhindered. She only contemptuously looked at him as she brushed by his shoulder, making a mental note of his face. As soon as she exited through the trap door, the purple flames subsided, and Cecil was left alone with the six dead bodies. "What the hell is this, Andrew?" he said, gazing at the chart-ridden wall on the opposite side of the room "I'll have to return for those some other time". He then turned around, found the stairs, and proceeded up, taking one last look at the dimly-lit room as he did so. The room was stained with endless amounts of blood, and was riddled with bullet holes and casings. "What a mess" Cecil thought. He eyed an ancient-looking text which had fallen from its place on the other side of the room. "Of Code, Geass, and Knightmare… interesting" he said as he picked up the book and read the title. The cover of the book had an eye with the strange symbol on it. "This'll have to do for now" he said as he proceeded up the staircase.
The situation outside had calmed down considerably since Cecil had entered the building. Though large groups of people still remained at the scene, no one was being shot at, which was an improvement. A few helicopters maintained a presence, as well as a couple of knightmares and military police officers down the road. This, of course, goes without mentioning the reporters who were camped down the road in their frenzy to report on the events which had taken place. Cecil slipped through the same alleyway that he had initially gone through undetected, and peered at where the knightmare unloaded its massive clip on the crowd. It was sectioned off by the police, of course, and was still in the process of being properly cleaned. "I'll have to go to another stop, then" Cecil said. As he trotted the two miles to the next subway station, he couldn't help but smile. "'This power will make you lonely', huh?" he said, laughing.