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June 7th... I don't know what is happening! All I can think about is that Brooch. I know it's an unhealthy obsession but, I can't get it out of my head. I found myself pacing outside the (arena's today. I don't know how I got there. I was supposed to be at work three hours before, but somehow, I know I came straight there. It was scary. I felt both fear and pain, but I don't know where they came from. June 8th...Alright! Enough is enough! I have to get rid of this thing. I was at the arena's again today. This time, however, I was sitting in the stands. ME! Prim and Proper me! Screaming for them to kill each other. What is happening? I'm scared now. June 9th...I couldn't do it. I couldn't let thee loose. 'Tis the heart of thine. Why did I write that? I does not know the reason for the change upon my heart, but it does light with joy. The just vengeance of three hundred years shall be upon thee when thee returns. June 10th...She talked to me today.came to me in my dreams. I know what she wants me to do. She told me of her life and what happened to her, and, in some weird way, to me. It was my first battle in the arena's. It was amazing! As she used my body to vent her justice upon evil, I witnessed fantastic things, things beyond comprehension. One minute I felt full and solid. The next I felt as if the slightest breeze could tear me apart. Suddenly, a band of people came rushing around the corner. Fear welled in my throat, my lips were dry, hands shook, and I wanted to scream! And then, she was there. In my head. She calmed me down and explained everything to me. She said these people wanted to kill me, us, because this was the arena and fights are to the death. What better way to legally take vengeance upon evil. I watched in wonder as all manner of things were hurled at us. Rocks, arrows, bullets, fireballs, lazers, energy blasts, and even a stray rocket passed through us. I felt a tingle but nothing else. "To protect thee child, I have brought thee within the brooch and taken thy place. Thy psychic impression is all that lingers so thy is aware of everything."
The group of people parted and an unusually dressed individual stepped forward. "Poor boy thinks he has the power to undo my soul. Foolish boy. I have studied for over fifty years before my physical death and over three hundred years after." The funny dressed man tried many different things, Bridget said to me. But nothing could match her power.
I felt her extend our arms parallel to the ground, palms faced down. I had immense power course from our arms and the group of people reacted. They were slammed to the ground and couldn't move. "Now watch child. The vengeance of the ages has begun!" With these words, we slowly began to lower our arms. The people began to sink into the firm ground as if they were in a marsh. The breath was crushed from their lungs, weapons flattened and unusable, and the very ground compressed into itself. With a final downward movement of our hands, the peoples bodies crushed unto themselves turning their organs and bones into an unrecognizable jelly. Multiple waves of fighters ended the same way. A waste of life.
"No, 'tis not through yet. There is a signal for the end of each match. We will still battle." Vibration disturbing the atmosphere around us told how true her words were. A giant metal clad suit entered our field of vision. Like before I felt the flow of power. It slowed the beast down, but the armor was too strong to be truly damaged. "If the mouse is hiding, destroy the house." The parable invoked images of children at play. Raising one of our arms, I could feel the increased flow as it compensated. The free arm we extended in front of us and opened our fingers. Something like a cool breeze flowed from our fingers. Frost formed on the grass and lead a path directly toward the beast. Great waves of white frost engulfed the armored suit. Thrash and move as it may, it only allowed the icy touch to enter the joints and seems of the suit quicker. Bridget explained the sequence of events that was happening. The gravitational pull was slowing its movements down enough that the cold could grasp a hold. When water molecules freeze, they grow and form sharp edges like a snowflake. Eventually these points will tear fuel and hydrolic lines apart. The skin of the person inside the suit will be frost burnt and sticking to the metal around it. Heating elements are shutting down and the moisture inside the suit will be coating everything in a layer of ice. The expansion of the water molecules forces the beast apart at the seems and the person inside is now unable to move. This happened within minutes and eventually the suit ended as an ice sculpture.. Bridget increased the gravity and the limbs of the beast fell off. The person inside was suffocated, frost bit, and had large patches of skin stuck to the interior of the suit. "My child, thy has witnessed the beginning of the righting a wrong three hundred years old. Let us go together and redefine justice!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||