The flakes of ash pulled slowly from the rapidly weathering towers all around. This square was packed minutes ago, filled with citizens pulsing to dance music like maggots celebrating a corpse ; the corpse was of my son. Maggots begin to crawl from the earth and cracks in the steel and mortar.
"Please!", a quivering voice calls out from a billow of smoke adjacent a pile of flesh. "Please you have to stop this Zen!" Its that man again, what the fuck is his name.....Monsoon maybe, no; Deluge. The wind picks up, it's blistering. The sky opens; a true deluge.
"I can't, you know this. It is a kindness I'm doing, you've all turned on eachother, tearing eachother apart, it's not meant to be like this." The words leave my mouth, float through the air and twist the minds of all they touch. Strangers begin clawing at eachother, blood and meat render from bone until its all that's left to see.
My boy was 7 when it happened. One of the kids with powers could sense the powers of others. I understand it was a school of sorts, teaching them to use their powers for good. I lived far from man, with only my son, as my thoughts betray me and anyone near; I had to remain calm or nightmares leaked through. The curious little rats traveled far to see the boy with such tremendous power. He showed them some tricks, harmless tricks. They showed him pictures of the school they attend. Leo knew all about the world but understood well why we trained so far away. A photo of a balloon animal, thats what did it. A fucking giraffe made of inflated rubber. His thoughts betrayed him, he spared me the details but soon the animals around the curious children twisted and snapped. They called him sick. They said he was a sick little boy and that he "made them sick". Well he did. And when they went home it spread like wild fire. Some time passed before I found young Leo, his smile replaced with an exit wound. The work of the headmaster, he was powerless but gun powder is a nifty trick. I suspect I'll see him soon.
My attention is brought back to the present, presently rats swarmed, some feasting on the maggots, some becoming the feast. I cant remember where they came from. Deluge had succumbed to an injury it seems a woman traveled at great speed straight down to get her hands on him, it looks as though it was from some distance as well.
"Try to stay calm Zen," A voice like fleece, "try to calm down.
"Headmaster." The only words I had, my mind blank.
"It was a mistake, Zen, I only wanted to stop the plague. The world was dieing, you must see it had to be done." There is terrible truth in his words.
"The children are safe Zen. Even you can't harm them where they are so please calm down. It's me, it's not their fault." More painful truth. His words burn me like acid I can't think straight. Headmaster opens his mouth to speak but only a sickly gurgle comes out, followed by steam and red mist, and finally viscous stews from deep inside. This is out of control, if I can get my revenge maybe I'll calm down, maybe I can calm down. It didn't matter how far away they were I could get them so why would he say I can't, even his underground vault would be flooded and attacked soon. They would have to be very, very deep. Fuck. The thought materializes neck and neck with a surge of anxiety. The ground shakes first, then splits. More than splits, I thought of the earth tearing itself apart from the very core, as deep as it gets. Too far. Mistake. Terror and panic. The only thing that can stop it is, if only I, I just wish I was
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Reply to [WP] You are secretly a powerful villain who mainly uses their powers to play pranks on heroes, your son who's only been a villain for a year has just been killed by a team of teen heroes, Everyone isn't too concerned about what you'll do except for your nemesis who fully knows what your capable of by britishgamer215
The flakes of ash pulled slowly from the rapidly weathering towers all around. This square was packed minutes ago, filled with citizens pulsing to dance music like maggots celebrating a corpse ; the corpse was of my son. Maggots begin to crawl from the earth and cracks in the steel and mortar.
"Please!", a quivering voice calls out from a billow of smoke adjacent a pile of flesh. "Please you have to stop this Zen!" Its that man again, what the fuck is his name.....Monsoon maybe, no; Deluge. The wind picks up, it's blistering. The sky opens; a true deluge.
"I can't, you know this. It is a kindness I'm doing, you've all turned on eachother, tearing eachother apart, it's not meant to be like this." The words leave my mouth, float through the air and twist the minds of all they touch. Strangers begin clawing at eachother, blood and meat render from bone until its all that's left to see.
My boy was 7 when it happened. One of the kids with powers could sense the powers of others. I understand it was a school of sorts, teaching them to use their powers for good. I lived far from man, with only my son, as my thoughts betray me and anyone near; I had to remain calm or nightmares leaked through. The curious little rats traveled far to see the boy with such tremendous power. He showed them some tricks, harmless tricks. They showed him pictures of the school they attend. Leo knew all about the world but understood well why we trained so far away. A photo of a balloon animal, thats what did it. A fucking giraffe made of inflated rubber. His thoughts betrayed him, he spared me the details but soon the animals around the curious children twisted and snapped. They called him sick. They said he was a sick little boy and that he "made them sick". Well he did. And when they went home it spread like wild fire. Some time passed before I found young Leo, his smile replaced with an exit wound. The work of the headmaster, he was powerless but gun powder is a nifty trick. I suspect I'll see him soon.
My attention is brought back to the present, presently rats swarmed, some feasting on the maggots, some becoming the feast. I cant remember where they came from. Deluge had succumbed to an injury it seems a woman traveled at great speed straight down to get her hands on him, it looks as though it was from some distance as well.
"Try to stay calm Zen," A voice like fleece, "try to calm down. "Headmaster." The only words I had, my mind blank. "It was a mistake, Zen, I only wanted to stop the plague. The world was dieing, you must see it had to be done." There is terrible truth in his words. "The children are safe Zen. Even you can't harm them where they are so please calm down. It's me, it's not their fault." More painful truth. His words burn me like acid I can't think straight. Headmaster opens his mouth to speak but only a sickly gurgle comes out, followed by steam and red mist, and finally viscous stews from deep inside. This is out of control, if I can get my revenge maybe I'll calm down, maybe I can calm down. It didn't matter how far away they were I could get them so why would he say I can't, even his underground vault would be flooded and attacked soon. They would have to be very, very deep. Fuck. The thought materializes neck and neck with a surge of anxiety. The ground shakes first, then splits. More than splits, I thought of the earth tearing itself apart from the very core, as deep as it gets. Too far. Mistake. Terror and panic. The only thing that can stop it is, if only I, I just wish I was