Become Their Nightmare
Illusions: supreme (rank 3)
This night was specifically cold for a Khazan summer night. The sun seemed all too ready to fall beneath the horizon and allow the subtle moon to rein the sky. The stars played a part as well, twinkling especially bright as if making sure not to miss anything going on beneath them. It was a perfect night to go out, but it was a school night. A Sunday night at that. Eric was wrestling with his covers, as if trying to churn slumber itself out of them. It was then when he heard the footsteps, then a whispering. He immediately sat up in his bed, a cold sweat building on his back.
And there it was again.
He wanted nothing but to ignore the sounds and go to sleep, but his curiosity was relentless. He leaped out of bed as quietly as he could, grabbing his whiffle bat as he inched towards the window. He pulled back his curtains slowly and there in his mother’s garden he saw a boy, munching away at some ripening tomatoes. The boy was dirty, in what was presumably used to be a white jumpsuit. Eric watched for a second as he ravaged the veggie. The boy was no older than him, what was he doing out there? He slowly opened the window, startling the boy.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” The wild boy’s deep brown eyes seemed almost feral, but had an innocent hue. “Are you hungry?”
This was when another, redheaded boy, appeared.
Berserker Physiology: superior (rank 2)
The two boys munched silently on two packs of lunchables as Eric sat curiously across from than at the dining table.
“Where did you guys come from?” The question seemed rude, but Eric didn’t know another way to bring it up.
These two weren’t much talkers, but the question made them falter from their feasts. The second boy eyed the first cautiously.
“We…” Skylar began.
It was then when the voice startled all three of the boys.
“Eric! What the hell is going on in here?” It was his mother. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, tightly holding her night gown to her body. Bobby jumped and Skylar glared at the woman. The look of disgust in her eyes met his grimace and floor of the kitchen suddenly gave way to darkness. She called for God.
Let Him Come.
The floor gave way to darkness and the lights were snuffed out by this sudden shadow that took over the room. Bobby still was visible. He flickered softly in the darkness, chewing on his collar and what now could be presumed to be blood, not tomato juice. Eric fell out of his chair in fear and clung to his mother as they joined in their desperate gasping. Their eyes were drawn to the flickering red head and his mouth slowly twisted into a devilish sneer. The room began to twirl and monstrous forms moved about freely. Eric’s mother grabbed his hand as she bolted for the door with him in tow.
Die Tired Then.
The floor seemed to stretch under their feet and the door seemed to shrink, their feet not quick enough to catch it. It was then when the mother felt the sharp pain through her middle. She looked down to see the long talon tear through her flesh and then disappear gruesomely allowing her innards to pour into her hands. Eric cried out, her splattered blood covering him.
“What are you?” Eric cried as the bloody talon caressed his face, mixing his salty tears with his mother’s metallic blood.
Be What You Want
Creature Form: ultimate (rank 4)
Morning came. Grey skies loomed over Archer with clouds fierce and threatening. Skylar awoke groggily, the blood of his victims dried and chipping from his face as he smacked his lips. The metallic and stale taste still lingered in his mouth, upsetting his stomach.
He picked himself up. He could hear the sounds of talking coming from a room over. In the living room, Bobby sat, his red hair matted, but not in his dingy white clothes. He wore a vibrant polo shirt and a colorful pair of swimming trunks. His eyes were transfixed on the television which flipped through the channels as he blinked rapidly.
Skylar stood there for a moment. Thunder rumbled in the sky.
“Bobby.” He called.
Bobby snapped out of his trance, finally turning to Skylar.
Bobby wore somewhat of a frown as he seemed to search himself before speaking again.
“What do we do now?”
“Whatever we want…” He couldn’t help but smile. He knew now, he could be that dragon. He could be that dragon.
Skylar sat with Bobby as the news channel ran. The reserved newswoman relayed the news of how heated the debate of meta-human registering was becoming. How the recent slaying of in Central Archer Station was adding fire to protestors, making the movement more violent. More and more incidents began to occur. The segment ended with her questioning whether Khazan was ready for such a turn on its trusted heroes.
Yes, Be Free.