I do not own Lorien Legacies or any of the characters.
Father
I stare at the house. Oh how I hated visiting my father. He was everything I never wanted to be. But, he had asked to meet Marina. And when I told her after I had finished rehabbing myself, she had all but ordered me to bring her. So, here we were. In a small town in the state of Maine, where no warships had bothered to go. Why would they? There was nothing in Maine. Except my father.
"I'm going to warn you, I don't actually know how this is going to go," I warn Marina as we walk up the driveway toward my father's house. "I haven't seen my father for years."
"Don't worry," Marina smiles as we reach the door. "I'm sure I can handle anything he can throw at me."
"i wouldn't be too sure," I snort, resting a hand on the door nob. "My father's really good at throwing things.
I turn the nob and it's locked. I sigh, kicking the door, shattering the door frame and launching it open. I hear a chuckle from inside.
"Inviting me in then locking me out, huh?" I ask. "You haven't changed at all...Dad."
"Catch," my father says, holding out his hand.
Instantly, a force field spear streaks out of the dark hallway where my father is hidden by shadows. I snap my arm up, forming three shields between the spear and us. The spear smashes through two then only barely stops partway through the last.
"Oh of course you'd get my Legacies you piece of shit!" I snarl, the shield and spear both shattering.
"Sorry," my father says, stepping out of the shadows, his beer gut hanging over his belt, his white muscle shirt sweat stained and his greying beard unshaved in a couple of months. "But did you ever think that maybe yours developed after mine?"
"No," I snarl. "Mine started to develop as soon as Legacy woke up."
"But when did mine develop?" he asks picking up a shotgun and racking it, allowing me to see it was empty.
"No fucking way," I gape. "A shotgun!?"
I hold out both hands, forming a dozen shields this time just as he pulls the trigger. The tiny force field pellets blast through the shields instantly, peppering both me and Marina. She shouts in pain and I grab her, diving to the ground under another blast. She quickly heals us both and I thank her before pulling my rifle around in front of myself.
"My turn," I growl.
I roll into the doorway and squeeze off a single shot, putting a hole through his head. However, the moment it appears, a thick black oil fills the gap in. My mouth falls open.
"You piece of shit!" I snap, shoving my self up. "Where the hell did you get that!?"
"From the same being that trained me," my father says.
I raise my rifle, putting it on auto and spraying shots at him. His hand flashes around, a condensed and supercharged shield about as big around as a basketball blocking my shots, which all shatter on the shield. Then, his shield fades and he makes a fist, my entire gun crumpling into a ball, as Setrákus Ra had done. I drop it and send a blast of Telekinetic energy at him. He fakes a yawn and holds a hand up, the house behind him exploding into debris but he remains unaffected. I growl in annoyance.
"My my, James," he grins. "You are truly very disappointing."
"Marina, be ready to start healing him on my cue," I growl, forming a force field over both hands and feet.
"Finally," he snorts. "Some excitement."
I sprint forward, ducking under his haymaker and grabbing him, smashing him into the ground, then kicking him away. He crashes through his white picket fence then crashes into a large pine tree, blasting the trunk into bits and dropping. The tree falls sideways, crashing to the ground and I grin, walking out to meet my father as he stands. He doesn't have martial arts training. I do.
He stands, cracking his neck, and creates a force field over his body like a second skin, grinning as he sprints forward, throwing a haymaker at me. I duck under the punch then stand with an upper cut, making him stagger backward. He sets his feet and sprints at me again, throwing several punches. He's fast, but he has to technique. I drop, sweeping his legs out from under him then kick him before he can land, launching him again. He lands in a roll and the force field over his body transitions from his body to his hand, then grows into a sword like I make. I form one of my own and we both charge.
He slashes at me rapidly and I avoid several before blocking his sword. He spins instantly and I duck under a slash. As it comes back in the other direction, I catch his arm and stab at him, but he turns sideways, avoiding it. Then, he catches my arm before I can slash and head butts me. I stagger back and he leaps at me, slashing. Before he reaches me, I fire four force field spears which impale him through the hands and feet then flip, pinning him to the ground. Marceline sprints over instantly, beginning to remove the black ooze in his body. He thrashes against the spears but after a couple of minutes, he falls still as the last of it is destroyed.
"Calmed down yet?" I ask.
"Fuck you!" he spits.
"Tell me, why and how did you train with Setrákus Ra?" I ask. "And why would you put that shit in your body?"
"Because," my father snarls. "I was on vacation in Russia."
"You got turned over," I state.
"That's right," he snarls. "Humanity saw fit to hand me over. But I killed all of the alien freaks meant to restrain me, so Setrákus Ra decided to train me fore a few days, then injected that shit into me and sent me on my way. After he was killed, I returned to the mountain for more of that crap."
"More?" I blink.
The ground around us begins to crack and black ooze shoots into the air. Just as it streaks down at my father, I drive my sword into his face and the ooze crashes to the ground with a wet splat.I create a force field under me and Marina and we rise into the air, my father's body doing the same, then I collapse the ground, revealing a five foot wide, three foot deep swimming pool filled with the black goo.
"Well, that's not good," I say.
"Nope," Marina agrees. "This might get ugly."
"Only one way to get rid of it," I say.
She nods, and I float us to the ground, leaving my father's body in the top of a tree, careful to impale him on it so he doesn't fall. Then, Marina holds her hands out over the goo, beginning to heal it. It begins to boil, raging around and around in the pool, but after several moments, it falls still. Marina stops, lowering her hands to her side as the black goo begins to turn blue and fade.
"What did you do?" I ask.
"I...I don't know," Marina says.
"Legacy's reclaiming it," Nine says from behind us, making us both jump.
We spin and Nine raises his hands.
"Sorry," Nine says. "You guys were taking a while with your father so I decided to come check on you. Looks like you had it handled."
"He had my Legacies," I state. "And Setrákus's goo. Nasty combination. Fortunately he was weaker than Setrákus. Anyway, how'd you end go?"
"The twins decided to go down fighting too, so I had to kill them," Nine says. "Gotta say, psychos with Legacies is actually kind of fun, when we learn about them early. I think I'm going to like this whole, Garde Police Force thing."
While we had been dealing with my father, who had murdered a dozen people with his Legacies and then called me out for a duel through the letters he sent me, Nine had been fighting a pair of twins who possessed Pyrokinesis and Cryokinesis respectively, like a weak version of John and Marina if John and Marina were siblings. He was sporting a few burns and a couple of small gashes and puncture wounds from ice, but aside from that he looked fine, and Marina patched that up quickly. Then, we headed back to the Academy, using the Skimmer that was left over from the invasion, a gift from an entire warship that had sat the war out.
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