Ch.9: Split Personalities, Demona's Revenge
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Brooklyn's POV
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I didn't know what to think. Here I was, a prisioner trapped my own body. Rage had complete control over my body's actions and was using it to destroy countless lives. Blood curdling screams shouted through the night and I could hear them all.
I could smell the warm scent of blood as my claws and teeth dug into the helpless victims shoulders. I could sense the fear each of them generated when they were plucked off the streets and dragged into the sky.
Police copters had been sent out to capture the flying demon responsible for all the murders lately. In other words they were looking for me. This whole stupid thing started when Demona accidently shot me with that silver dart instead of Goliath.
But when I thought about it I was kind of glad the dart had hit me instead. Goliath didn't need to suffer the same horrible fate I was going through. It was like being possessed by Coldstone all over again. Why do these things always happen to me?
I have every hope that my friends are doing everything they can in finding a cure, but the question that haunts me is if they'll make it in time. After this ordeal is over I don't know if I can ever look at them in the same way again.
Rage was, after all, my dark side. He would always be inside me, there was nothing I could do to prevent that. How do I know that'll I'll never turn into him again. Answer is, I don't. Can't even trust my own feelings anymore.
My dark side had banned me from a lot of things except for my eyes. Oh how I cursed my eyes right now. The only things I could see was Rage rip apart another person and leave the dead carcass behind when he had his fill.
Sight was nothing more than a disgusting image of lust, rip, and gore. I never really liked those horror movies humans show in the theathers, but that's what it was like right now. Here I am, living the horror, with abosolutely no way out.
"Ah" came Rage's eerie voice "why so glum Brooklyn? This is what you've always craved. You craved for blood and loss because of how the humans treated your clan a thousand years ago. You craved for revenge because Broadway stole Angela away from you and Demona for decieving you. I am who you were always meant to be,"
I wanted to respond back, but I couldn't. His words had torn through like a daimond that cuts through steel. Again I raised my head and called out into the empty reaches of my mind hoping anyone but Rage would hear.
"Goliath, where are you?"
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Normal POV
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The other gargoyles were still in Xanatos's castle trying to find the cure for Brooklyn's (cough) condition. Page by page, Lexington flipped through the Grimorum while the others patiently and impatiently waited for what the green gargoyle had to say.
"There is little mentioned of this mysterious silver dart cause it appears only to be used as a last resort when all other plans fail" said Lexington reading a section of the Grimorum " The purpose of this dart is to cause whoever gets infected with it's spell to allow their opposite side the freedom to take control over the helpless victim's body and actions...,"
"We already seen that," said Broadway. Besides the interruption Lexington continued.
"...Side effects include agressive behavior, uncontrollable rage, and even lust. The only way to break free from the grip of the silver dart depends on the persons will and how much it is willing to fight for his freedom,"
"So" said Angela "only Brooklyn has the power to overcome the darkness that resides in him?"
"Yeah" said Lexington confirming Angela's inquiry "but if Rage is out there commiting more murders I'm afriad that Brooklyn may be losing the war,"
"This is all your fault!" shouted Broadway to Demona, his eyes glowing white with anger.
"Fine" said Demona " I admit that I have made a mistake in allowing this tradegy to take place, but we're not going get Brooklyn back by playing the blame game now are we?"
Recluctantly the others agreed that Demona had a point and set off to search for Brooklyn/Rage. If there was any way to rejuvinate Brooklyn's fighting spirit Rage would be out of the picture for good.
Soon enough screams reached their ears and as they got closer they could see Rage biting into another helpless victim's shoulder. Enraged, Demona was the first to charge. Kind of ironic in a way isn't it. Instead of Brooklyn attacking Demona at first sight, it's Demona attacking Brooklyn at first sight.
Dropping his victim to the ground Rage managed to dodge Demona just in the nick of time. He could she her eyes were glowing red with with hate, but wasn't all that impressed with how the moonlight made her look like a fearsome demon of the night. After all, wasn't he too a demon?
In just a matter of seconds Demona and Rage were at each others throats. Claws raked the air in search letting their victim suffer an untimely death. Wings tangled, eyes glowed, the furiousity taking place was enough to make anyone stand and stare.
When the whole clan arrived to fight by Demona's side Rage howled like a demon gone wild not caring about the odds that were obivously stacked againist him, he attacked instantly.
Meanwhile, inside Brooklyn's mind, Brooklyn could see everything that was going on through the eyes of Rage. Although his clan had the major advantage when it came to numbers, Rage's unpredictable actions kept on throwing them off guard.
"I got to stop him," he thought.
Struggling againist his bonds Brooklyn finally, after a whole lot of sweat and effort broke free from his prision. Now all he had to do was find Rage. Since this was his mind he went right to the source and there he could his miserable counterpart playing murder.
"Rage!" shouted Brooklyn "let's settle this once and for all,"
"Very well then" while your's and my body destroy's your clan I'll destroy you,"
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Back in Xanatos's castle everything was mean on the chess court. Fox had the advantage in numbers and was dueling in order to take away her husband's final piece on the board, Brooklyn.
"We'll just he who wins won't we?"