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Victor just stood there for a minute or two, marvelling at how different he felt, how much more alive, more powerful.
he said, his voice reverberating around the room.
His eyes scanned the room, noticing everything and seeing more than any mortal could, as if he was seeing the past, present and future of every object at the same time. He allowed this to sink in and process before his eyes finally came to rest on Olivia, who, amazingly, was still alive and trying to crawl towards him.
He said impassively, as he bent down in front of her, the glow from his body causing her to squint.
“I wouldn’t count on that,” Olivia murmured. He speech was laboured, as where her movements, as she reached into her pocket.
Victor said, a trace of amusement creeping across his telepathic voice.
“Yes,” Olivia said as, with as much strength as she could muster, she slammed her fist into his torso. Victor recoiled and stared down at her hand in amazement. The glow was leaving his body and entering whatever she had held in her fist.
“No,” he screamed as he pulled himself away. But it was not enough, the power was still leaving him. “What did you do? What is that?”
“The one thing you overlooked Victor,” Olivia said triumphantly. The energy was starting to enter her now, the wound in her stomach was healed and the energy was lifting her on to her feet and into the air. “When you killed Reed, you didn’t know what he had in amongst his possessions, the thing he took from the military only a few days previously. Neither did he for that matter, or he probably wouldn’t have shown me. But after you killed him, I took it with me and showed it to Father Pryor. He recognised it immediately.”
She held out her hand, opening her fist to show the gem that rested in her palm.
“This is Cordeorum, the heart of god. It was the centre of The Other’s power when he fell to Earth. Whoever holds this can truly control the power of the Other.”
With a roar, Victor threw himself at her, lunging desperately for the gem.
Victor was thrown back. His body felt as if it was tearing apart. He could barely open his eyes as he looked up to see Olivia advancing on him, her body alight with the blue energy that had just a few moments ago inhabited his body.
[Note: I would like to point out the Cordeorum is not the heart of God, but the heart of god because it’s a nickname referring not to one God but to many gods as a theory. Just so we don’t start all of that again.
]@Kaylin88100 said:
@madjack said:
Perhaps I should note that I was once a Catholic too. So – that was not meant as judgement or discrimination from my side. The only two things about religion I’m gonna say are:
1. Nobody should try to force his beliefs on others and respect it if they don’t share those beliefs.
2. You don’t need a church (or any other organised religion) to believe in a higher power – whatever that may be…’nuff said!
It’s for times like these I wish the forums had a “like” or “upvote” button for comments.
I do very much concur.
@The Atomic Punk said:
Great series! Maybe re-pose “The Other” with arms outstretched in triumph?
Tried that, couldn’t get it look right.
madjack said
Lightningsword said
I’m a catholic.Nobody’s perfect…
As a moderator I feel compelled to say that Heromachine does not endorse only one faith. Other religions are available.
Thanks AnA.
Anyway, we’re on the home stretch with this lot now. Just a few more things to go, so I thought I’d do something a bit different this time out.
“No, my son don’t do this,” Father Pryor shouted as he placed himself between Victor and Olivia. “I have seen the road this leads down, it is madness to continue.”
“Get out of my way you old fool,” Victor snapped as he shoved Father Pryor away. “I’m here for the girl, she has the final piece of the power I need and I don’t need some old deluded monk getting in my way. Now move before I kill you.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do my son,” Father Pryor said passively. Olivia noticed the blue glow building in his eyes. “You have corrupted the God-given power within you and now you seek to steal this girls as well, so I will use all of my power to stop you.”
Victors eyes lit upas realisation dawned on him.
“So you are the last one, the one I could never find. I thought that the girl just had more power than the others, I never thought that two could travel together without one taking the power of the other.”
“That is because you do not know love,” Father Pryor intoned in a voice that seemed to make the walls tremble. “You care only for yourself. Now turn away from this path of evil and insanity before it is too la….”
The final word died on Father Pryor’s lips. The glow faded from his eyes as he slumped to the floor, a hole in his stomach where Victors hand had hit home. The blue light was leaving Pryor’s body and flowing into Victor as he turned to look at Olivia, whimpering on the floor by the table.
“Old fool,” He said with a smirk. “Now for you.”
Olivia scrambled to get away. Without her crutches, she could only crawl and she could hear Victor’s footsteps getting closer.
“Don’t make this harder for yourself than it already is.” He gloated from behind her. “Give up your power to me and maybe I will spare your life.”
Olivia reached the door. She tried to drag her self up, but she couldn’t reach the handle and there was nothing nearby to help her. She cursed under her breath at Victor for taking her crutches.
“Nowhere to run. Or should I say crawl.” Victor smirked, standing over her.
Olivia grimaced as she concentrated, bringing forth her friends and launching them at Victor. However, he just brushed aside the apparitions as if they were smoke.
“Did you really think your little pets could hurt me?” He said, bending down over Olivia and grabbing her by the hair. “I am practically a god now you dumb @$^%>, but all I need is that little bit of power inside you and this will all be over. Now be a good girl and give it to me.”
Victor recoiled as Olivia spat in his face. Raising his hand, he whipped the saliva away before knocking Olivia backwards into the door with a back hand blow.
“Fine, if that’s the way you want it.” He snarled, launching his hand into Olivia’s abdomen.
She let out a mighty scream, but it was no good, she could feel the power leaving her, entering him.
“Yes, yes, more, more power.”
Victor’s voice sounded ragged, deranged. The whole room was filling up with a blinding blue light. Olivia felt the hand leave her and with the last of her strength she opened her eyes. Victor was gone. In his place, stood a man of blinding blue light, with no features, just two blank staring white eyes. The energy he eminated didn’t seem to be contained by his body, instead it seeped out of him, forming an aura around his form.
“Now this is more like it.” Victor said, his voice echoing around Olivia’s head like it had been shouted inside a cavern. “Now this is power.”
Thanks Maaz.
Born into a well off family on the 12th of December 1988, with various connections in society around his South Californian home thanks to his fathers line of work, Victor Daniels grew up with a slightly unrealistic view of life. A very good athlete, he was one of the “in crowd” at high school. Of course, he made life hell for numerous other people he felt were beneath him, never mind who they were or what they had done. He gained a scholarship through his fathers connections and he cheated in his exams. However, in college his life fell apart. He was failing to keep up and when it was discovered that he had plagiarised another students work for his exams he was kicked out. When he got home, his parents cut off most of his allowance, saying he had disappointed them and he needed to learn to stand on his own two feet, rather than rely on others to sort out his problems for him. Struggling to find a job, he became bitter and angry at the unfairness of the world. He started to drink heavily and get into fights. On his 24th birthday, he was worse than usual and picked a fight with a gang of street thugs. He was beaten to death and an hour later he got up and walked away. Now seemingly immortal, or indeed in need of any sort of sustenance to keep him alive, he wandered around the country, picking fights and stealing money, until he ran into a vagrant in Vegas who spoke of a similar thing happening to him. Realising what this meant, he sought out more information on what happened, unwittingly letting the vagrant escape. Now knowing what he needed to make his life easy again, he began searching for the others, and for their power…
@Nug & @Torog- Thanks
@LightningSword- I was very tired when I was writing that, so a few missed capitals are no surprise, but really it doesn’t matter that much if I forget to capitalise it. And as for the “must always”……. I don’t think I really need to continue with that, but part of me reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally wants to say something here.
@AoL- Slightly worrying. But who am I to argue, so here you go…A transient, agoraphobic, kleptomaniac and compulsive hoarder, Marston Reed would spend most of his days holed up in his safe place inside an old abandoned house, venturing outside only to steal things to add to his hoard. But even then he would stick to the shadows or enclosed spaces as much as he could, in case of people noticing him. This is how his life was, until on the 11th of December 2012, he was noticed stealing a toy from a babies pram. Scared, he ran, chased by the child’s mother. In his panic, he ran into a sign and knocked himself out. He awoke a day later in a place that wasn’t his safe place, he panicked. Then, he was in his safe place, as if he had been transported there by something. Intrigued, he wondered if he could go somewhere else and, sure enough he reappeared in a near by subway station. This new power made his stealing much easier and, as time went on, his thefts became bolder and bolder, with less and less time between each snatching. That is, until he met himself coming the other way…..
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