Fuse stepped out of the shadows. His eyes, blood red and a vibrant green to form a puke-like color, stared down at him like a snake watching its prey. He weaved forward like a dragon flying above water, eyes never leaving Dexter. Dexter froze. What was that? That thing in his hands? A pink shoe?
Dee Dee's pink shoe.
Dexter shook.
Dee Dee.
Her shoe was in his hands.
She...
His hand leapt to his blaster and he brought it up with a deadly glare to point it directly at Fuse's forehead. One shot would be all it took. One shot would avenge his sister. His normally rational brain was currently blurring his vision with crimson red, making things almost impossible to see. But, at the same time, some type of primal instinct was awakened inside him, and he tossed the gun aside. Instead, he charged at Fuse with bare-hands, fists flying. Fuse dodged almost all of them, until one accidentally -a very unlucky shot for him- hit him in the jaw, and he was sent flying. His eyes rose to steadily gaze into Dexter's. Then a malicious smirk graced his lips and he chuckled. Maybe laughing at the sheer force of the insane boy in front of him, or maybe just insanity was catching up to him after the years of torturing children; stealing their parents, killing their friends, destroying their homes, it was bound to catch up to him sooner or later. But he didn't expect the scrawny boy to throw away the weapon that was probably his own hope of survival and come at him head on.
Dexter surged forward, slamming a vicious heel kick into Fuse's face, and then following up with a few punches. He heard cracks and snaps. Maybe Fuse's bones. That sound only urged him forward.
Dee Dee...
Dee Dee...!
Dee Dee!
His fists flew out faster, about every single one hitting their target: Fuse's face.
He stopped, panting, when a gush of fusion spilled onto him, and Dexter looked up to pick up his fallen glasses to see the wreckage he had just done. Fuse's impact on the surroundings left them in shattered remains of what they were before. Broken glass, a crashed throne, a crack on his glasses, grounds with craters in them, fusion matter splashed on the ground and walls, and finally, Fuse, who was lifeless and still on the ground a few steps in front of him. Dexter looked at his stained hands and ripped coat, and then at the single pink ballet slipper on the ground, looking alone and out of place in the all the destruction. He picked that up next, feeling the silk on his fingers and let his tears fall.
He wasn't sure if they were for Dee Dee or the fact that he had just ended the war between Earth and Fuse, but they fell and dropped on the ground.
And then the slipper disappeared.
And the scenery.
And Fuse.
And the tears on the ground.
Dexter looked up and blinked a few more tears out of his eyes. "Did I beat him?"
"Yes," a robotic voice replied. Dexter smiled.
"Good. Excellent simulation, Computress," Dexter complimented, heading for the exit of the simulation chamber.
When he exited, he found quite a few of the young KND operatives, Ben, Mandy, Dee Dee, Billy, Jenny, Juniper Lee, Computress, and a large crowd staring at him with amazed and almost scared looks on their faces. "Yes?" he chirped, and then laughed when they all cringed back a bit.