Chapter Eleven: Vindication

Mayor Wilson's look of fear changed into one of rage. He was looking into the eyes of the man he believed to have chased out of town so many years ago. Michael stared back at the man he knew to have been the cause of both of his parents' deaths because of his backwards ignorant beliefs about Heroes, and now there was finally nothing left standing between him and revenge. That is except for one thing: he had to check on Willow.

"Now! Kill Wilson! Strike him down and have your revenge!"

"We have to see if Willow's okay, she might need help!"

"If we do then Wilson will escape! We must kill him now!"

"Willow is more important! Wilson has nowhere to go!"

"I AM IN COMMAND! I SAY WILSON DIES!"

Michael once again lost control and Dalga took over his body and mind once again. Michael's wings spread and he soared up to Mayor Wilson's observation deck. Michael's red eyes starred into the eyes of the man and it was like he was looking into his very soul.

"So…you must be his son…Peter Collins, that murdering traitor." Wilson spat out.

"I am Michael Collins…but I am also something more. I am the Hero that will finally make sure that you feel every ounce of pain that you have inflicted over the decades. I will make you answer for every lie you've told, every life you've ruined, and every drop of blood you've spilt. I am the Hero that you always dreaded, the one who will prove how vicious we can be…and will also set these people free." Michael's voice combined with that of Dalga's to form an eerie demonic tone as he threatened the Mayor.

"Please! Your father was a coward who ran and left his wife behind! You are no different! I will chase you out of town just like I did your pathetic father, and then I will go back to where you run and burn your home to the ground so that no Hero will ever threaten my fair city again!" Wilson blurted out confidently, motioning for his guards to aim at the three Heroes still laid out on the Arena floor. The sounds of guns being cocked echoed all throughout the Arena. "You have no choice…witch…you will run now, or your friends die here and now."

Michael didn't budge, instead he reached out with his demonic hand and gripped Wilson around the throat, lifting him into the air.

"You foolish fat little man…you still don't understand…you are no longer in charge here," Michael and Dalga said in unison and Wilson finally took a look around to take stock of the situation. The guards were not aiming at the fallen vulnerable Heroes. They were aiming at him. "Now…tell me how it feels…when every single person within miles of your immediate position…wants you dead. Tell me how it feels to know that there is nowhere you can run to in order to survive. Tell me how it feels to know that there is a monster, whose power is unlike anything you have ever imagined, has been hunting you for days and is now right on top of you…ready to kill you…were and watch you bleed until you're dry…Tell me that, and then you will know how my father felt all those years ago."

All the color left Mayor Wilson's face and his eyes went wide with absolute dread. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and that was all the confirmation Michael and Dalga needed. Michael carried Wilson by the throat through the air and smashed the ceiling of the Arena with a single swipe of his sword. Michael flew up into the sky, into the pouring down rain over one hundred yards into the air. Michael put his father's sword between himself and Wilson, allowing him to focus on exactly was going to happen to him in moments.

"P~p~please…Please don't kill me! I'll give you anything! Anything you want just name it! I can make you wealthy beyond your wildest imagination! Powerful beyond earthly limitations! You'll never have to lift a finger again! Please! Just tell me what you want!" Wilson begged, pleading for his life.

"I want you dead," Michael declared, and he shoved his father's sword straight into Mayor Wilson's gut. Blood spat out all over Michael's front and it began to drip out of Wilson's mouth. Michael looked at what he had just done and his breath quickened drastically, this was the moment he had been living for for so very long, and now it was here and he didn't know how to feel. Michael let go of Wilson's throat and the corrupt evil man plummeted to the ground below. Time seemed to stand still as Wilson fell, and when he crashed into the ground below at the center of the Arena, a strike of lightning illuminated the entire City, spotlighting on the deceased Mayor as if it was the end of an play.

Michael slowly descended back into the Arena, now he was trembling uncontrollably, his emotions overwhelmed him and tears began to pour out of his eyes which were now fading back to normal. Michael touched down in front of Wilson's body, his flaming wings also retracted as Dalga's power began to wane. Soon he was back to normal and the magnitude of what he had just done was finally hitting him. Michael fell to his knees as the audience rose to their feet to celebrate the death of the tyrannical Mayor. Michael felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head sharply to see who had snuck up on him. It was Willow, she was safe and so were Speer and Shunt, if not more than a little banged up. They had accomplished what they had come to do and even more, and now it was time to leave it behind.

"I did it father…I finally set things right…" Michael said to himself before rising back to his feet.

"Let's go home," Willow said softly, Shunt and Speer nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, let's go." Michael agreed and they walked through the now unsealed door of the Arena. The crowd was so elated by their newfound freedom that they didn't even notice the Heroes leave, all of them except one. A member of the guards ran up before the four Heroes to stop them, he was out of breath and seemed excited about something.

"You! You're Peter's boy right? You must come with me! There is something you have to see!" The man said and Michael looked to his comrades for an answer. Willow nodded, and Michael did so as well.

"What is it?"