Gifts from the "Boss"
Eldritch Energy: standard (rank 1)
- Ranged Attack
- Long Ranged Attack
- Area Affect
So here I am. Here we are. Outside of a warehouse in a new black suit about to take on a 30 person mob who was at one point backed by Satan. Luckily, I'm here in my body too. Joey can control my functions, but he can't control my thoughts or my soul. I still control my soul. We're in here together and I gotta say I missed my brother and our old days. We got the best out of each other then. He was the captain and I navigated. Kinda like now. I never asked what I got out of this deal, but I got my brother at least for a little bit of time.
The wind is biting hard. It's crazy in here because I still feel and see everything in my body, but I just let Bobby steer. After he got in here, I made him promise that in this whole "soul retriving business" there would be no innocents. He said that's fine, the Devil doesn't know how to punish innocents very well anyway. Then I told him no more D-word. Out of all of this, that's the part that freaks me out the most. My brother had a one on one with....it.
We run up a fire escape on the side of the building and punch the neck of a guard who was taking a piss of the side of the building. I look down and I'm in awe of our strength. This guy's neck looks so crooked after one little punch.
"That's one. About 600 or so to go.", He jokes.
Bobby's having fun.
He goes through a kills a few more guys until one of them go off the railing and alert more guys down at the bottom. The start to fire at us.
"Here's where the real fun begins Joey!"
I start to feel this burning feeling build up in me until a rush of fire comes jolting out of my mouth toward the guys down below. It looks like there are 4 little cinder piles left. Bobby starts running and I say to him, “What the hell was that Bobby?!” He says, “Our new power, the De-I mean the boss gave me a few gifts to do the job.
“So that means we can spit fire now! You gotta fill me in on some stuff here Bobby!”
“Sorry Joe, I thought you’d like that surprise.”
He thought wrong….kinda. Well, it’s cool to spit fire from your mouth, but the after taste is horrible. My breath tastes like old charcoal.
They should suffer
Poison: standard (rank 1)
We run through a few hallways and corridors and some bullets come flying at us and I yell at Bobby to spit more fire at them but he says it’s time for the next surprise. Bobby starts laughing furiously and runs full speed at the thugs. He yells, “Prepare gentlemen!” The bullets are whizzing past us and off of us, I guess the “Boss” gave me some tough skin too.
We catch up to the thugs and their faces are the same as mine were on that night when Joey entered back into my life. Astonished, scared, mostly scared. They were frozen with fear and Bobby reaches his hands to two of their necks and with a single touch their veins turn black and they drop to the floor coughing up black blood.
“It’s poison. They’ll die in a little while but they’ll suffer up to it. It’s a bit fitting isn’t, Joe?”
“What do you mean?”
“We caused pain to others to satisfy ourselves Joe, and we have to suffer for it. These guys have killed or sold drugs or whatever. This death fits them.”
“I guess Bob. Just keep going.”
Berserker: standard (rank 1)
We get to a lone corridor that has lights leading all the way up to a big door with two guys in front of it. Bob asks me to choose how we’ll kill them. I say without hesitation, “Spit fire.” What can I say? It was kinda cool.
Our chest puffs up and that warm feeling creeps up again. Then that beautiful beam of light comes roaring out of us and shoots down the hallway burning through the guards and the door. We run up into the room and see McGuire and his dog. The dog begins to bark his head off at us but stays in his little corner. McGuire stands up from his desks and buttons his expensive suit coat. Joe says to him, “I guess you know what this means huh.” McGuire nods and stands firm in his place. His green eyes are looking directly into ours and he looks ready for whatever Joe wasn’t. He knows what’s next for him.
Joe leaps across McGuire’s desks and lays punches into his face. After the first two or three I begin to see his skull cracking and a spew of white muscle begins to spill on the floor under gushes of blood.
“YOU HAVE A CLOSED CASKET TOO YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Joe yells suddenly at the top of his lungs.
I get the full effect of that poetic justice thing Bob was talkin about. McGuire called in Joe’s hit. He killed my brother. Joe tries to pull away but I begin to yell for him to keep going, to punch away, to bash his head clear off his shoulders. We go insane and when we pull up, our fists are drenched in blood and I say to Bob let’s
“One more thing.”, he says in a calm fury.
He walks to the dog and grabs his collar to lift the dog up in the air. I yell at him to stop. I yell as loud as I can to get Joe to stop but he doesn’t listen. He’s in some sort of trance.
“Everything about McGuire has to die.’
I keep yelling so much that it hurts. My soul is trying to get to his but he keeps blocking me out, pushing me away. I even yell things like what would mom think or what about no innocents but he just keeps saying-
“Everything about McGuire must die, slowly.”
He shoves the dog into a wall a wraps his necks around it’s neck slowly. The dog’s big, brown neck looks so small under our hands. I’m not angry anymore, at least not at McGuire. I’m just powerless. I got shoved into this thing and now I can’t do anything about my brother. Now it’s a dog, what happens if it’s a kid next time?
I say to him the only thing I can think to say before the dog loses all breath.
“While you’re hear Bob, you can at least be human. Back at your best, you would’ve never done shit like this. This isn’t you and it’s not me. If you become this, I’ll find a way to get you out do you understand? This is still my body.”
Bob’s soul freezes and my hands lose grip of the dog. The dog slips to the ground and begins to hack while walking away in the slowest, saddest walk I’ve ever seen. But at least it’s alive. I got that much out of this.
We walk away and Bob apologizes. He says I’m right and that he meant it when he said he missed me. I tell him I know. Tonight, my life is something completely new, but at least I have some control over it and at least I have my brother.