Creation and Ruin's Passage
Buenos Dias, everyone! Sorry I took so long…..:( My bad! My bad! My greatest project-The Watcher in The Darkness-is ending soon, and the finale needs to be good. I'm also reworking my current writing style to make this fiction a little better.
Whew! One day, when I'm done updating my old tales and they too, lie finished, the only other option is to write more. Kinda sad.
Ah, well. This chapter is actually dedicated to NonSequitersRUS, for always splendidly kind reviewing….and the reminder that Carl is an ant, not a roach.
Thanks! ^^
This chappy begins a bit with Kanone's history. Might as well know your villains.
Quote:
"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives."
Kanone, quite plan and simple, was a former Assimilator-an earlier formation from the Eliminator protégé. However, on one defensitory misson, he'd had a little too much "fun" and had shocked even The Darkness enough that he had been moved from the elite forces.....
Down to that of a traveling Assassin for hire.
What a pity.
After this little louse, might as well go after the Darkness' last servant.
And then, the Darkness itself.
Well, he was perfectly justified! That was just MEAN of them....
But, anyhoo, The old "Master" would most likely guess Kanone's involvement when the Darkness felt Timmy's life force fade.
He sighed, casually wondering if he shouldn't order a pizza after the whole ordeal.
Most likely, the Darkness would summon what pitiful energy it had left to pursue Kanone.
Well, it saved him a trip, at the very least….
For someone to actually destroy the Darkness….what power could you gain in return?
Legions of lore had promised Certain invulnerability, teleportation, increased speed......more adeptitude with a blade, explosive reflexes....
Certain invulnerability.
Immortality. Kanone let a happy, breathless sigh escape him, weapon still directed at the two.
They were nice qualities.....one of the only blowbacks was the teensy fact your eyes went a fiery crimson, you lost the ability to feel anything but
bloodlust....and you were only summoned once in a great while, when Master needed you.
.....but on the plus side, Kanone thought gladly, you got an ADORABLE Bonjour Bunny mug alongside!
When he had run out of resources, he had been forced to seek employment from….Darth Laser.
A.K.A: Most asinine and inept "villain" in this universe or any other. Kanone's face wrinkled with distaste.
After one target, there was always another to pursue.
Speaking of which….
Timmy backed up another step, swallowing.
The tension in this room was so thick you could eat it.
But, as Cosmo would say, Timmy dimly figured, it needed salt.
His throat extremely dry, the ten year old boy at last opened his mouth.
"Hey? What did I ever do to you? Don't you need some sort of deep seated rage from past misdeeds or something for you to declare petrifying und undeserved revenge?"
The alien with his tentacles still in the air turned, an eyebrow raised.
"Dude. Have you been reading those creepy Asteroid Trot magazines again?"
Timmy rolled his eyes, a huff sounding in his throat.
"I don't read-I SKIM those! And," Timmy turned with a benighted scowl on his face back towards the man.
"What did WE ever do to you?"
Kanone's butterscotch eyes flashed as he momentarily placed his weapon under his arm, and clapped once again, the slightly sickly, but nonetheless pleasant smile back upon his face.
"Well, well, now. Clever boy. Figure there always has to be a reason? That the playground bully has been wronged in some way? A stone thrown into the hornet's nest?"
He paused.
And then, the pleasant smile became much broader as he reached for his weapon once again, the now warm metal flashing before his alabaster hands closed over it.
And then, his face contorted once again into the false Cheshire Cat smile.
Mark protectively inched a few meters in front of Timmy, thought better of it, then inched back.
"Very well, little Darkness toy, I will tell you…."
A pause. Kanone tipped his head back, wild expression now completely convulting his face to a grotesque mask, eyes dilating to that of a cat's.
"You were born, DARKNESS TOY! YOU WERE BORN!
Why couldn't you have let well enough alone, eh, CHOSEN ONE? Nooooo. It wasn't enough that you wouldn't hand yourself over to stop the Eliminator's siege."
"But if I did, the Des-"
Timmy immediately stopped at the now absolutely terrifying expression on the man's face.
If you could call "it" a man, anymore, that is.
Repulsive, pale, eyes glimmering with pure hatred, Kanone let out a husky hiss.
The air seemed to become quite chilly, as the man bared his teeth in a feral snarl.
And then, he fired.
"DUCK!"
Mark blinked, red orbs looking bewildered.
"Turner, I do not see any matter of poultry he-"
"HIT THE FLOOR, YOU MORON!"
So desperate was Timmy's scream, the alien shrugged.
"Oookay. That, I can live with."
And the two shot behind the table, right before electric white bolts smashed into the nearby wall.
Kanone cackled, throwing his head back, as he quite indiscriminately fired at the walls again.
"COME OUT, LITTLE TURNER! COME OUT!
I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT FADE FROM YOUR EYES!"
Timmy closed his eyes, and seized a nearby baseball bat Mark had "Lovingly" received from Vicky.
After she tested it out once or twice on his head.
And the ten year old did something very brave….
….and very stupid as he rolled out behind the weakening cement, brandishing the metal with a strangled cry.
And what happened next was positively, historians speculate, the most unlucky event of fate in human (or alien) history.
Kanone's eyes widened at Timmy's stupidity, and he staggered back a step, firing once more into the air, aiming for Timmy's arm.
But he had misaimed. The dazzling ray of light had not hit the boy, nor the alien, but the fuel engine tank.
All exploded in a firestorm of golden sparks.