DARK CITY | 6
The rotten streets of Dark City echoed as Clay & Desmond made their way towards the church. Bats crowded the skies, as bells tolled like an ever ringing wind chime.
Desmond: I'm glad you're feeling better man, but you gotta cut me some slack. You're hella heavy...
Clay: It's not that I'm in pain, my energy... Everytime we come out here- we become weaker.
Desmond: That must be why... I've been doubting myself so much lately... Does that mean the curse is affecting us too?
Clay: It's different for everyone, you weren't born in the City. It doesn't affect you as harshly.
Just then Desmond ran into someone along the rotten street way.
Desmond: Guh, what the he-
Zykart: Would ya' look at this, the boys out and about now.
Clay: Leave him alone I said, he's not a part of our tribe.
Zykart: Mikato, send him to sleep please.
Mikato: *whispering* Sleep now Clayvion.
Desmond: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY YOU BASTARD!
Zykart: Rock n roll, you can go John. I'll deal with this vermin while you conceal the formula.
Desmond: What the hell are you talking about, wake up Clay NOW.
Zykart: He isn't awake to stop me from having some fun. Let's say me and you play a lil game of rockkkk and rolllll.
Desmond: I'm prepared to stop you if you don't move out of my damn way.
Zykart: APPARATUS SIGNALIS - GUITAR SOLO OF LIFE & DEATH - STRINGS OF PURGATORY
Desmond: PSYCHO ABILITY - ACTIVE: PSYCHO CHILL - CREATION FREEZE
Zykart: That's cute Kid, but your Psycho Ability ain't got a thumb on my Death Plague.
Desmond: TRY ME.
The first official battle of the Dark City Arc would finally commence...
While Caitlyn & Siren stood at a standstill-
Desmond and Zykart would kick of the main event...
Chiefs Quarters | Samo's illusion
Samo Hatu: Alright, I have an answer. Silver, usually it'd have an affect on people like me. Someone who could shift into an animal cuceptable to silver, yet- I'm tougher than that. I'm a hunter, silver is our signature when using our Gun Arts.
The Spirit of Skar: Is that so..Continue through that door. There is no going back, what you see moving forward will prove your allegiance, or banish you from our home.
Years ago...Home...
Samo Hatu: What the hell am I doing back here, I ain't got nothing here to see. Just foggy memories, hey Spirit Guy- what is this?
An old village, shrouded in hay and wind chimes. This was home, first remnants of Samo's troubled past leaking through. Searching for the moment his soul became impure.
Samo Hatu: Ghost of Christmas past, this trick doesn't work on me. If you want actual results, you gotta look past cheap parlor tricks. My resolve is way too strong for this shit.
But as the hunter boasted, a girl walked through him. A young lady, walking towards a shed.
Samo Hatu: Jane...
The Spirit of Skar: This Jane, she was your friend was she not? Tell me, what happened to her- what happened to poor Jane?
Samo Hatu fell to his knees as his ego fleeted, a plethora of tears running down his face.
Samo Hatu: A demon...She was killed by a demon... I was too weak, I couldn't stop it.
The Spirit of Skar: And that's why you became strong? Or was it selfish ambition?
Samo Hatu: I don't give a damn what you think about me, I don't even know if you're real. Just some trick the geezer worked up to pull a fast one on me.
The Spirit of Skar: And why is it so hard for you to trust? What betrayal have you ever experienced? Yes, you hunt beasts and evil- but you care not for the lives of many who don't fit your objectives.
Samo Hatu: I ain't a monster, I'm a human being- as much as you wanna twist the knife.
The Spirit of Skar: It's not that at all, you lack empathy. You were marked by Death himself, ridding you of any good would do no harm. So you were met with a dilemma, you are sick- and broken. But you are not a monster, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Samo Hatu: I can't... I can't force myself to feel, everyone I have ever cared about. Has been killed, or has betrayed me...
The Spirit of Skar: Such is the Mark of Death.
Above Ground | Church Outpost
Desmond: SUB-ZERO VOIDWIND.
Zykart: FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS - XENON SLICE.
Desmond: *Guhh* WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE ALONE?
Zykarts face grew angry, his eyes widened with a twisted sensation, as his tongue elasticated from his mouth.
Zykart: YOU COULDN'T BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND, ABOMINATION OR NOT THIS WAS ONCE MY HOME. AND WE GOT PLANS KID, SO I GOTTA MAKE SURE AIN'T NOBODY GET IN OUR WAY. ROCKKKIN HARD-
Desmond: You know, as much as I hate your guts for messin with my friend here, I do feel bad for you. Cause I'm human, I care even when a bad guy like you tries to drag me down- to you're twisted level. That's why... I've finally figured it out.
Zykart: Doesn't matter much does it kid, this place will suck your energy dry before you get the chance to escape.
Desmond: Who said anything about escaping? I'm a Kitebearer, as much as that means- I know when I ain't the strongest, but I also got resolve far beyond what you can comprehend. I'M HUMAN, IT'S WHAT MAKES ME STRONG.
Zykart: What is this aura, leaking from such an utter weakling?
Every so often, at a moment of life or death. At a moment of unsurity or resolve- a Psycho User is faced with a potential evolution. Abilities that lie within the crevaces of their very being. These are known, as Awakenings.
Desmond Kitebearer: PSYCHO AWAKENING - PHASE ZERO - SNOWSTORM.
To Be Continued