Author's Note: This is...setting up for a character death. I'm still not entirely sure I want to kill one of them off, but I probably will, because hey why not? And...oh HEY IDEA TO MAKE THIS LONGER! BTWS! I recently read Call of the Wild and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde for school -normal 7th Grade reading material- so there are some elements from those in there. I AM NOW AN 8TH GRADER! Warning you...the feels will show up. Don't they in all of my fics? And, Guest, please let me know when you join, okay? Si. AND ADAM IS VERY OOC IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT WITH GOOD REASON! IT GETS EXPLAINED! And, as usual, please read and review and go visit the Bang Shrine! :)
Note: Technopathy is a subdivision of telepathy, and...nope can't spoil the other one.
Adam was once again led to Sociopath via blindfold. Adam heard the Nightstriders refer to Sociopath as 'Strider', but Adam refused to think of him as anything but a monster. Had he had Chase with him, he'd have fought those tugging and pulling him along blindly. But he had no idea what they were armed with, so he had to play it safe. When I get to it, however, the gloves are off. Adam felt a primal rage course through his veins, his heart, everything. No one screws with my family and lives. The blindfold was yanked off, and Adam aimed his heat vision straight at the thing he hated most. A hand was raised, and a blue force field surrounded the man clad in darkness itself, it seemed.
"Adam, nice effort, but I'm afraid I just can't be killed by a mere human, it takes something more than that to kill me. But, what would it take you to kill...your sister, the one who betrayed you." Bree appeared, her eyes just as weird as the last time Adam encountered. Adam, for a heartbeat thought, She's my sister, how could I kill her? But then the bloodlust took over him, reminding him of her treachery, and he just narrowed his eyes into a glare at her.
"Not much to kill either of you," Adam retorted. Not much to kill Bree, but it might take a lot to kill Sociopath. Adam saw Bree lean forward and speed toward him, so he punched the air he knew she'd soon fill. It worked perfectly. Her speed and his super-strength collided, and she collapsed on the ground, hand around her stomach, then tried to stand up. He began to brutally kick her. But in a flash she reared up, knocked him down, and jabbed something into his arm. He was overtaken by so great an urge to kill her, that he began to glow blue, his Blast Wave activating. Bree was thrown into a wall, and she didn't get up. Sociopath cackled.
"Well done, Adam, I'll admit. I remember how close you two used to be, and look at how easy it was for you to do so much harm to her. Emotions are truly the greatest fuel to get humans to do anything." Adam was flown back into a wall, by no physical means whatsoever. He has molecularkinesis. Chase was right, we aren't ready. The thought of Chase being right sparked the primal side of Adam, and he got back up and sent another blast from his eyes.
It was redirected back at him with a flick of Sociopath's hand. Adam dodged quickly, hatred surging through his veins at Sociopath's laugh. "Adam, at least make it a little hard for me," Sociopath taunted, Adam hurried to his feet, only to be blasted by a green light that had him stunned. Where did that come from, and what was it...everything is spinning...Sociopath stood over Adam, and had just placed his foot on his neck, prepared to snap it, when Sociopath was sent flying backwards by molecularkinesis.
"No one kills my brother but me." Adam was relieved, that just like many of the other times, Chase would save him. Then he went into a blank void of a dreamland, leaving Chase and Sociopath alone.
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Adam, what have you done? Chase asked his unconscious brother silently. Neither of us are ready, and I doubt he'd let us walk out of here. So, like all the other times, Chase seemed to be entering the fight alone. Why is it that most of what I do, I'm alone? 'Strider', as the others referred to him as, stood up, smirking, as if to cover up the fact he just got attacked by a human. Yeah, we humans are so much weaker. Not.
"How are the men I have who normal lead you to me?" 'Strider' asked calmly, as if a normal everyday topic. Chase shrugged.
"Your androids are dead." Chase probed Adam's mind to see how he was. He was just unconscious, not in any mortal danger.
"Technopathy must make them easy to kill." 'Strider' continued to banter. Chase replied honestly.
"It does, actually."
"I'm more than willing to let you walk away. Why defend your brother, who just killed your sister?"
"Release whatever pathokinetic grip you have on Adam, and I will walk away. Otherwise I will try to kill you, and killing isn't very hard for me."
"Pathokinesis? Excuse me?" 'Strider' spoke as if he'd been falsely accused of murder, which he'd probably committed at one point, but still. Chase sighed, as if 'Strider' was playing stupid, which he was. Chase played along.
"Pathokinesis is the ability to control emotions. You were controlling Adams', I could sense it, couldn't do anything, but I knew. Why do you think I followed him? Now, let your grip on him go."
"You always were the smart one, Chase," 'Strider' closed his eyes momentarily, then reopened them. "My grip is gone, feel free to go."
"No, I won't actually. You stepped over the line, for the third time I might add. Three strikes, you're out."
"This is the first time I've ever met you, Chase. And I'd hate to kill you, so do please go."
"Strider, as you call yourself now, you and I have gone up against each other before. Of course, then we knew you as Marcus."