Core Collapse
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A star shines brightest right before it collapses and dies. Apparently, Kilaris operates by the same rules.
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Chaos…
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“Is it ready?”
Zunje looked up from her scroll and bit her lip. “Um… gonna be real here and say I’m not sure? I think it is.”
“You think?” Pele asked with a raised eyebrow. “Is this not your domain?”
“Well ex-cuse me if this is a little more complicated than your average spell!” Zunje snapped, scowling. “It’s not like anyone’s ever tried this before, you know?”
Kala folded two of his hands under his chin and rested his elbows on the crescent table. “We must be absolutely certain this will work if we are going to attempt it. To do so and fail would be… dire, to say the least.”
“Believe me, I know. Do you know how long I’ve spent going over every little detail here? You don’t have to remind me how important this all is.”
“I still do not know if this is the wisest idea,” Pandora said, frowning at the plain black crown sitting in front of her. “The consequences of attempting this…”
“We’ve already been through all of our options.” Frostbite tapped his claws against the table. “I do not think any of us are fond of this, but we have no other choice.”
“Are you quite sure about that?"
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Kala frowned as he met Clockwork’s gaze. “What do you mean?”
“Are you quite sure this is your only choice?” Clockwork repeated. He floated forward and gestured at the simple crown and ring. “There is rarely ever only one option, after all. Time is full of a multitude of possibilities.”
“Yes, but those possibilities are not necessarily for the greater good.” The gray clouds draping off of Kala’s shoulders grew thick and heavy. “This is our only chance to maintain at least some form of control over the prince.”
“A force such as Kilaris cannot be controlled. I cannot emphasize this enough,” Pandora said, her voice equally thick and heavy.
Babel hummed thoughtfully. “We ain’t trying to control Kilaris, we’re just… you know…”
“Trying to prevent the future the Timekeeper has seen, I know. But we are doing that through an attempt to control Kilaris. I simply cannot fathom how attempting to bind the lifeblood of the Realms to mere pieces of jewelry can end well.”
“We've been over this already. It is our best chance of protecting it,” Kala said. His voice remained even and quiet, but his cloak of clouds continued to betray his sobriety. “The prince…”
“I still say we continue to find candidates,” Pele grunted. “The Heart’s blessing on the prince is weak. I do not think it wise to entrust the throne to someone with such a feeble connection.”
“There aren’t any more!” Zunje pulled another scroll from her satchel and unrolled it. “We’ve sent dozens to try getting the blessing, and they’ve all come back with nothing! Half of them have failed the Trials completely! Pariah Dark is the only one who’s managed to get something at least. Even if it is weak. It’s almost as if…”
“You see?” Frostbite said to Clockwork. “We have no other option. None have presented themselves to us.”
“And we’re out of time, too. Things are already starting to destabilize across the Realms. I’ve been getting completely flooded with comment cards about it! We don’t have time to keep sending people on the Trials!”
For some odd reason, the corners of Clockwork’s mouth twitched upward. “Time is a fickle thing, is it not?"
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Tyranny...
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Kala rubbed at his temple. “If you have only come to play games with us, then I kindly ask that you leave.”
“I never come to play games with you. The Observants, perhaps, but you tend to have more sense than them,” Clockwork said with a shrug. “I am only here to fulfill my duty to Time. And by that, I mean I am here to deliver a warning.”
The chamber fell silent. Even the metal of Babel’s door stopped fluttering in the unseen breeze momentarily. “A warning?” Pandora asked quietly, as if she was afraid to break the silence.
“About your plan here, yes.”
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Kala narrowed his eyes. “You cannot dissuade us from this path, Clockwork. The decision has already been made.”
“My warning is not meant to dissuade or persuade, merely inform,” Clockwork said amicably. “What you do with it is entirely your choice.”
“What is this warning, then?”
Clockwork shifted the hand on his staff. “I must tell you that even I cannot foresee the outcomes of this decision. The branches created here are unclear and muddy, at best. Many are dependent on events and people that will not come about for many, many years. I cannot warn you about the exact consequences of binding Kilaris to these objects, but I can offer what little insight I do have. This binding will end successfully, should you choose to go through with it. I can see that clearly. However, the risks associated with it are grave.”
“You don't think we know that already?” Zunje asked. Her shoulders inched up towards her ears as she rested her elbows on the table and buried her fingers in her hair. “We went through them all when we went over our choices.”
Clockwork tilted his head. “Did you, though?”
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“Consider this,” Clockwork said as he tapped the crown with the tip of his staff. The metal clink echoed hollowly throughout the chamber. “By locking Kilaris in a prison of iron and steel, you are subjecting it to the same properties of the metal. That is, you are taking what once had no true form and giving it physicality.”
“Is this a bad thing?” Pele asked.
Clockwork hummed. “Not inherently. But it would be worth considering what would happen to Kilaris if its vessel were to be damaged.”
“That’s impossible,” Kala said immediately. “This crown and ring were forged in the eternal fires of Volaris and purified with water from the River Styx. Master Zunje herself oversaw their formation to ensure they would be fit for Kilaris. They cannot be damaged arbitrarily.”
“Oh, I do not doubt you at all. The precautions you have taken are commendable. But I must remind you that there are factors outside of your control. Outside of anyone’s control.”
“Uh, what kind of factors we talking?” Babel asked. They tapped their fingers together repeatedly, and little flakes of glitter fell from where their fingers touched.
Clockwork’s eyes remained glued to the crown and ring. “I cannot say. As I said, the future is unclear even to me. I am afraid that is as much of a warning I am able to provide.”
Kala frowned. “So this is it? You’ve come to tell us of things we already know?”
“It is what Time has allowed me to tell you.”
“That’s never good, coming from you,” Zunje grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.
“Does this mean there are things you are not telling us?” Kala asked. A low roll of thunder reverberated throughout the chamber. “I’ll have you know -”
“I can assure you, you are being told exactly what you need to know. You must remember that Time rarely works in straightforward methods. Often, there are ulterior motives to the information it allows to be revealed or the actions it allows to be taken.”
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“I do not think Time is the only one with ulterior motives.” Kala’s eyes narrowed further.
“Think what you want, dear Master. Just know that should you choose to go through with this plan, you must be certain that Kilaris is kept safe. If it is to be kept in a vessel, that vessel must remain unharmed.” Clockwork brushed a finger along the crown’s surface. “No matter what that vessel is, or how many there are.”
“Well that’s why we have two,” Zunje said. “I mean, the prince isn’t really supposed to know the Heart’s gonna be in his regalia. We’re giving them to him separately, so even if he finds out about one, he shouldn’t necessarily draw the connection to the other, you know? That way we should be able to have a chance to get the other half and break the connection. Problem solved… I think.”
“Then it seems like you have it well under control. I suppose it is possible my warning is for naught.”
A brief silence fell over the chamber. Kala and Clockwork locked eyes, almost seeming to have a silent conversation between them.
“We will move forward with the process, then,” Kala decided. “The risks of not following through outweigh the risks posed. But we will not tell the prince of these matters. We will not tell anyone of these matters. And if the prince should find out, then we will depose him immediately. We will retain full control over the situation.”
“I don’t know…” Pandora said. “I still worry that the prince is too volatile. He may react before we are able to. He has already given us doubts about his fitness for the throne…”
“I would not worry about it too much.” Clockwork’s lips curled into a grin. “When the time is right, I am sure our little Prince will make a marvelous King.”
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Chaos.
Despair.
Tyranny.
Terror.
Annihilation.
Darkness.
Each tumbled through Danny as he laid crumpled on the street. A shudder ripped through his broken body with each cry of fear or shout of desperation he heard. His empty core vibrated violently, right next to his pounding heart, and he couldn’t tell if it was still an aftereffect of Pariah’s assault or the destruction of the Crown and Ring or simply the end of the world happening around him.
And, judging by the way his body felt like it was pulling itself apart just like the Heart was pulling reality apart, happening in him, too.
He mustered what little strength he could and cracked open his eyes. Unable to turn his head (he couldn’t feel his neck, he could only hope it hadn’t been broken), he was only rewarded with a view of the debris-ridden street through a curtain of black bangs. The angle was different than it had been a moment ago; he could no longer see the intersection, and he was facing the post office, nearly a block away from where he and Pariah had been fighting.
He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, or what could've made him transform involuntarily, but he suspected it had to do with -
( - another voice screaming in harmony with his and Ancients, of course it would be screaming, with the way Pariah -)
The memory stung his core and stole his breath away. He wanted to curl in on himself, but he was too weak. Too broken. His core cried out, unable to keep up with the demands for healing his body was making. Even his cloak sputtered weakly. How it had managed to stay secured around his shoulders, he had no clue.
The fight had resumed behind him, but without any strength or ability to move, he couldn’t see what was happening. Only the sounds and the intermittent flashes of light illuminating the street gave him any hint about what was happening. Each grunt of pain, each terrified scream sent a shiver through his entire being.
Above him, on the horizon, the sky was glitching. It was really the only word for it. Different parts flickered between different skies. Sometimes the normal gray layer of clouds, sometimes the dark, green vacuum of the Ghost Zone, sometimes the endless, dark void that the rip had exposed, never remaining on any one scene for long.
He choked back a feeble sob.
Do not despair, little Prince. You did everything you could.
The voice was weak. Far away. Danny wasn’t even sure he was truly hearing it.
Something stabbed into his hand. With a heave of effort, he shifted it forward just far enough to see it and the fragment of the dead Crown that had embedded itself into his palm.
No. His fingers shook with effort as he closed them around the fragment. Clockwork’s words from the foreign memory replayed in his head. I failed. He destroyed you, and it’s because I couldn’t stop him.
Hush child. It was an insurmountable task from the start. You faced it with bravery and fought nobly. Most in your stead would turn and run the other way.
But why me? He hated feeling so selfish and petty in a moment like this, but breathing was becoming more and more laborious and he knew the warm puddle under his head wasn’t water. If he was about to die again, then the universe could deal with him being a little bit selfish in his last moments. Why did you think I could do it?
Do not think like that. You have not failed. Not yet.
Somehow, he found it in him to cough up a semblance of a laugh. You’re even more stubborn than I am.
Perhaps it is not just you that has been influenced by this bond.
Whatever you say. His eyelids felt heavy. He let them drift close. Can I go to sleep yet? I think I’m ready now.
“Not yet, Danny.”
His face twitched. Slowly, he forced his eyes back open, and when he saw the newcomer, he coughed up another laugh. Something coppery filled his mouth as he did.
“You’re late,” he whispered. His voice was scratchy and barely audible. Speaking took too much effort.
Still though, seeing Clockwork’s stiff, sad smile made him feel a little bit better, at least. As good as one could feel while in the middle of dying. Again. “I’m never late,” Clockwork said. He shifted into his older form. “Everything happens at the right time. And for you, Danny, the time isn’t right. Not quite yet.”
“Mkay.” Breathing was definitely becoming more difficult. His core gave another painful yank as the sky dissolved into clouds, then back to dark nothingness. “Can you speed it up then? I’m sleepy.”
Clockwork didn’t respond right away. After a minute, he reached forward and carefully combed bits of rubble out of Danny’s hair. A strangely domestic, fatherly gesture for the Timekeeper. Danny didn’t mind.
“You can rest soon,” he promised. “But there’s something we must address first.”
Danny blinked slowly. His surroundings became fuzzier. “Can it wait? I’m kind of dying here.”
Distantly, he felt Clockwork withdraw his hand. “I cannot undo what has been done, nor can I prevent the inevitable. Not this time. But perhaps, I can, as they say, buy us a little time.”
Danny could only groan pitifully. He tediously unclenched his fingers and extended them toward Clockwork. Don’t make me wait, he silently begged the Timekeeper. Don’t make me suffer any longer.
Relax, little Prince. Trust him.
Clockwork took Danny’s hand. For some reason, Danny took notice of how small his hand felt in Clockwork’s. Like how his own hand felt compared to his father’s. “I need to show you something before you can make your decision,” he explained as he gently extracted the piece of the Crown stuck in Danny’s palm. “But for me to do so, we need time. Time which you currently do not have.”
Why did his eyelids feel so heavy? Why couldn’t Clockwork just leave him to die in relative peace? Why was he making him suffer through his core and Heart being torn to shreds and reality falling to pieces around him?
“I can grant us that little bit of extra time,” Clockwork continued saying, “but to do so, I need your help. Can you do that for me, Danny?”
Danny exhaled what little breath he had shakily. I don’t want to, he whined to himself. The selfishness was coming unbidden at this point. Haven’t I already done enough?
Trust him, little Prince.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and something wet trickled down his cheek to mingle with the growing puddle beneath him. He wanted to sob freely. He wanted his friends. He wanted his sister. He wanted his parents. He wanted the nightmare to end. He wanted to sleep and let go and not have to be in this pain anymore.
Trust him.
There was something drumming in his core, beneath the excruciating pain and the pieces falling away. Something pushing him, nudging him to listen. To listen to the stubborn voice. To listen to Clockwork. To listen to his own heart, which wanted the nightmare to end just as badly as he did, but on his terms.
Trust him.
He pressed his fingers into Clockwork’s hand.
“Good.” Clockwork’s glove wrapped tightly around his hand. “I need you to concentrate. Focus all of your energy. Picture yourself getting up. And when I give you the signal, I need you to push forward. Do you understand?”
Panic seized Danny all at once. No! he wanted to shout. What do you mean? I can barely lift a finger!
Focus. Listen to what he says. You can do it. A simple push.
The grip around his hand tightened, and somehow, his heart began to race faster. “Ready?” Clockwork asked.
Again, Danny wanted to shout. How could he do this, when he had no idea what Clockwork was really asking of him?
Remember where your strength comes from.
It seemed like an eternity ago that the Heart coached him through this the first time. When all this had first been dumped on him and overwhelmed him. When Pariah had been in his head, trying to get him to cave in on himself and give up.
Had it really only been a few hours ago?
The answer, his source of strength, he knew, was already speaking to him.
Now, that drumming in his core, all the voices coagulating inside his head, they pushed him. Pushed him to listen even closer. Pushed him to fight for himself.
Pushed him.
Desperately, Danny latched onto that faint drumming with what little energy he had remaining. He could try. He could at least try.
And if he failed, then maybe he could finally rest.
Suddenly, Clockwork began pulling hard on his arm. “Time out!”
And Danny pushed.
And the world went dark.
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… voices.
There were…
… voices.
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…
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… faint.
But there.
…
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“... Danny?”
A familiar voice.
…
… almost reachable.
…
“... coolest thing…”
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“... do you think?”
What did you think?
…
…
When we first met?
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“... could explore…”
When you arrived on my doorstep?
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…
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When you so kindly opened the way?
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“... get a picture…”
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“... right, Danny?”
What was going through your mind?
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Did you have any idea of who you’d become?
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…
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“... trouble…”
…
Did you have any idea of the things you’d do?
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“... opportunity like this…”
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Of how you’d single-handedly change your worlds?
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Oh, child…
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… the voices…
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“... can’t do it…”
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You aren’t meeting your destiny today.
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… fading…
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“... only you…”
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You already met me long ago.
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“You can open your eyes.”
He did.
The scene before him was not the one he’d left. He stood in his parent’s lab, not a hum or a whirr to be heard. Only the fluorescent lights above buzzed languidly.
In front of him stood the Portal.
The deactivated Portal.
“... I don’t understand.” His own voice sounded distorted to him, as if he were listening to it underwater. Though the pain of his injuries had miraculously disappeared, something he couldn’t describe still pressed into his temple, giving him a headache. “Why are we here? How are we here?”
“Come now, Danny. You should know by now that the ‘how’ is unimportant.”
He spun to face Clockwork. Somewhere in the back of his head, he registered how fluidly his body moved, as if he hadn’t just been lying broken on the street however long ago. “‘How’ is kind of important to me!” he said, trying to keep his voice from climbing any higher than it already was.
Clockwork remained stoic. He floated close enough to pick up the edge of Danny’s cloak. “Frostbite’s handiwork is exquisite,” he said with a gentle stroke of the fabric. “He spent a long time making this for you, you know. It’s a shame I had to tarnish it with a spell of my own.”
Danny looked down. Though Clockwork’s form remained solid as ever, Danny’s own body rippled in the light. He could see the floor through his tattered sneakers. He felt intangible and solid at the same time. The angry push against his brain, as if he was a foreign presence in his own body and something was fighting to push him out made him feel even less stable.
It was trippy, to say the least.
“Your own spell?” he asked slowly.
Clockwork hummed and continued to stroke the cloak. “Sadly, there is no time for lengthy explanations.”
“You’re literally the Master of Time. Isn’t like, pausing time and stuff your whole thing?”
It might have been his imagination, but Danny thought he saw the corners of Clockwork’s lips tick upward. “My powers are finite, Danny. Contrary to belief, Time is not at my mercy. It is I who is at Time’s mercy. It presses on, regardless of my wishes. As much as I would’ve liked to simply bring you here without needing to interfere, I’ve had to find… shortcuts.”
He shifted the cloak to fall over Danny’s shoulder. Danny could only stare helplessly. “I still don’t understand…”
“As is to be expected. It is unlikely you ever will.” Clockwork’s eyes flicked up to meet Danny’s briefly. Danny was taken aback by the sad smile that had crept onto the Timekeeper’s face. “Let’s just say a force as ordered as Time does not get along well with a force as wild as Kilaris. You’ve gotten yourself tangled in a mess of cosmic powers, I’m afraid. One that is not easily untangled. Thus, the need to find shortcuts.
“The spell is complicated. Too complicated to explain, quite frankly. Not when we’re on a deadline. Emphasis on ‘dead,’ as I believe one of your friends joked once.”
Danny couldn’t decide if it was amusing or creepy that Clockwork knew such tiny little details about his life. “Why are we on a deadline?”
Clockwork tapped the edge of Danny’s cloak with the tip of his staff. A single ripple of blue energy radiated from where his staff touched. “Without getting into too many of the hairy details, the spell I cast has allowed me to bring your spirit to this moment. By keeping your physical body in your present, Time is appeased. It is… a loophole, if you will.”
That at least helped explain why he felt kind of like a bowl of Jell-O in the Ghost Assault Vehicle while his dad was at the wheel. “I still don’t get why we’re in a rush though.”
“It is like I said. My powers are finite. I cannot stop the passage of Time in one moment and allow it to continue during a different moment. Though I may be able to preserve your physical body in time, for me to be able to bring you to this moment, I must allow Time to move forward. The events in your present… they still happen. Even as we speak.”
Danny’s breath caught in his throat. “So… Pariah…?”
“... is still a threat, yes,” Clockwork finished with a grave nod. “You must be returned to your present as quickly as possible to truly satisfy Time’s demands. But first, you must make a decision.”
His head swam. “A decision? I don’t… Clockwork, what’s going on?” Danny twisted and turned, trying to gather his swarming thoughts. It was only then that it occurred to him… “Why are we in the lab? When are we?”
Clockwork’s mouth ticked up into the faintest of smiles. “I thought you would recognize this day right away. After all -”
He was cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing ever so softly. Quiet footsteps padded down the stairs, slowly and carefully, as if trying not to be heard at all.
Danny’s eyes widened as he saw himself come into view, descending the stairs. A younger him, yes, but still him.
A deactivated portal. A younger version of himself.
Oh God.
“Clockwork, no, please,” he said, trying to catch his breath and swallow back the dizziness that had overcome him. “I can’t… don’t do this to me, not this…”
Without thinking, he stumbled backward, away from his younger self, who had begun to slowly approach the dormant Portal. His back slammed into the wall.
His breathing shallowed out as his younger self snapped his head up and stared right at him, blue eyes boring into blue eyes. It took several tense moments for the younger Danny to shake his head and go back to peering around the Portal’s console. Even then, the older Danny refused to let up his guard.
“Why here?” he whispered hoarsely, unable to rip his gaze away from the all-too-familiar memory playing out in front of him. “Why now?”
Clockwork only hummed noncommittally before floating over to the younger Danny. “Such a fascinating moment,” he said quietly. He too watched the memory fixedly. “What it must be like to stand on the precipice of change. To be moments away from altering the course of history. Not even knowing of the position you are in. Not knowing what lies ahead.”
“Clockwork, no. No, I can’t do this right now, I-I can’t…” He trailed off, unable to gather his thoughts enough to form a complete sentence.
It was a memory, yes, but it was a memory burned into his head, burned into his arm. It was his own personal ghost, one that had haunted him in his nightmares for two years. One that he could still barely talk about to this day.
The younger Danny had straightened up and now stared fixedly at the gaping portal. Present-day Danny knew exactly what was going through his head. The memory flashed before him -
( - how am I supposed to do this? Mom and Dad couldn’t even - )
- and he wanted to scream. To grab this past version of himself, shake him by the shoulders, and beg him not to go into that portal. He opened his mouth to do just that, but he was cut off by Clockwork.
“He won’t hear you,” he said plainly. “You are too displaced from time right now for him to properly perceive you.” He gave Danny a wry smile. “You can think of it like… a video, perhaps. When there is a delay and what you hear becomes just out of sync with what you see. Enough to still be able to understand what is happening, but just enough to not be lined up. That is us right now.”
Clockwork’s explanation flew over Danny’s head. It probably would have anyway even if he hadn’t been capital-F Freaking Out.
“I need you to focus, Danny. You must make the decision.”
“Decision, what decision?” Danny asked, his voice shrill.
Clockwork tilted his head. “Isn’t it obvious? You must choose your destiny.”
Static filled Danny’s head as he watched his younger self go to the closet in the back of the lab and pull out a familiar jumpsuit. Young Danny scowled at the sticker of his dad’s face plastered on the chest, and he tore it off and tossed it aside.
“Why do you keep going on about my destiny?” the present-day Danny demanded. “You’re just as bad as the Heart!”
“I’m not surprised. It has been watching you all this time, you know. Waiting for this moment.”
Danny wanted to throw up. His head spun from the dizziness of the panic and Clockwork’s confusing words. The feeling only worsened as his younger self began to pull on the jumpsuit. “Waiting?” he asked weakly.
Clockwork sighed, but there was no frustration behind it. Instead, his endless red eyes simply traced the younger Danny’s movements. “Tell me, what happened to you on this day?”
Danny barked a laugh in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Humor me.”
“Humor you. Right. Because my death is just so funny.”
He couldn’t help but feel irritated when Clockwork’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Fair enough. But what really happened to you that day? Do you know?”
Danny opened his mouth to say yes, of course he did, he had been there and gone through it, after all. Death wasn’t something easily forgotten. However, something in the way Clockwork arched his eyebrow and asked him made him hesitate.
“What do you mean?” he asked quietly.
Clockwork hummed and floated over to the portal. “You died, yes. And you didn’t die. Despite dying, you survived.”
“Thanks for clearing that up.”
“You don’t know how you survived, do you?”
To hear Clockwork ask so plainly pierced Danny like a knife. It was a question he’d asked himself hundreds of times after the accident - how did I survive? At some point, he’d stopped thinking about it and just started accepting it. But now…
Clockwork smiled. “Think about it. You died because a portal used your body to open itself. No human can withstand a force like that and survive. But the opening of that portal exposed you to something else. You were exposed to the Infinite Realms.”
“I don’t understand,” Danny said, watching his younger self zip up the jumpsuit and look up at the deactivated Portal in trepidation.
“Tell me, what makes up the Infinite Realms?”
Danny’s brow furrowed. “Ectoplasm? And… the Heart, I guess…”
“Precisely.” Clockwork ran a hand down the metal exterior of the Portal. “You were exposed to Kilaris itself, like none have before. Not even Vlad Plasmius.”
“But then… how -?”
“All you need to know now is that his death, though similar in circumstance, was vastly different from yours,” Clockwork said. “What’s important now is that you recognize the significance of your own death. You see, a ghost’s core often forms around the energy present at their death. It’s what determines their power, their form, their essence… everything about them.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Danny said. His voice began to creep higher again as the younger Danny slowly stepped towards the Portal. “What about it?”
“When most ghosts are formed, there is usually only one energy present, determined by the circumstances of their death,” Clockwork explained patiently, still with a hand on the Portal. “For you, however, the energy present at your death was far beyond just one kind. You had the essence of the Realms in you. You had Kilaris.”
Danny’s heart fluttered. “What? I…”
“And so your core formed around that energy. The energy of Kilaris. One might say it formed around Kilaris and the Realms themselves. A core the likes of which have never been seen, in all the millenia Kilaris has lived.”
Danny’s hand instinctively flew up to his sternum. The familiar, cold energy of his core pulsed against his hand. It had been stuttering and on the verge of giving out back home, but here, outside of time and in the past, it carried on, as if it hadn’t been through its most traumatizing day since the day of the accident.
“What are you saying?” he whispered.
Clockwork didn’t answer right away. Instead, he floated back over to Danny and covered Danny’s hand with his own. Finally, he asked, “Do you remember how Kilaris told you that you were born for this? That this was your destiny?”
Danny didn’t know how he knew that, but he nodded anyway.
His younger self stepped into the Portal.
“It wasn’t exaggerating. From the moment you turned that portal on, you were set apart from all the other ghosts. All the other ghosts that have borne the blessing of Kilaris and served as its king. It found the perfect balance between life and death within you - the perfect vessel for such a task as this. You, Danny, were quite literally made to have this connection to the Heart.”
Blood rushed in Danny’s ears. The memory playing in front of him seemed to slow to a crawl, and he became all too aware of his own breathing.
“No,” he said hoarsely, shaking his head. “No, you’re wrong. It’s - I’m just me. I’m just a dumb kid who got killed doing something he shouldn’t have been and was lucky enough to survive. There’s no way I - my core, it…”
Clockwork smiled sadly. “It is a lot to process, I’m sure. There has never been a core like yours in existence. There has never been anyone like you in existence.” He turned to glance at the younger Danny, who was carefully examining a circuit board on the wall, near the mouth of the Portal. “At least… that is how it will be. If you so choose.”
“Choose? It’s already happened!” Danny’s voice began climbing in pitch and volume again. The fact that the memory was nearing the dreaded moment didn’t help matters. “Are - are you saying it could be different?”
“Yes. That is why we are here. This is the decision you must make.”
Danny’s head spun. On the one hand, he could barely focus on what Clockwork had just revealed, or on this supposed decision he had to make. Not with the memory of his own death playing out in front of him like this.
On the other hand, all this talk about his core and his uniqueness and his freaking destiny was even more overwhelming. The idea that he had the opportunity to change all that left him feeling lightheaded.
“I wouldn’t have to do… all this?” he asked shakily. “I wouldn’t have to die? Or - or become the king?”
“Of course. You would step out of this portal without activating it. You’d go about your normal human life, none the wiser.”
The thought appealed to him. It was more than appealing. It was the answer to so many sleepless nights and bad grades and awful injuries and disappointed looks. It was something he had longed for in the months after his accident but had long since given up on.
“And… what happens if I do that?” he whispered. “If I choose to change things? What would happen to - to the Heart?”
His younger self began moving towards the back of the Portal.
Towards a panel with two distinct buttons.
“I do not know,” Clockwork said, equally quiet. “That future has been hidden even from me. My assumption? Kilaris would eventually grow frustrated with its prison, just as it did in the current timeline. Of course, you were an impetus to that, and so it might take longer, but it would happen, nonetheless. And if Kilaris does not find another it deems worthy?” Clockwork shrugged a shoulder. “Well… you saw the state of reality before we left the present.”
“But if I keep my powers or whatever, isn’t the world gonna end anyway? Pariah, he… he killed the Heart. What difference would it make?”
“More than you think. Your core has always had a connection to the Heart, even if it hasn’t fully matured until just recently. In some ways, your core is like an extension to the Heart itself. Not completely, of course, but it is enough.”
Danny chewed on his lip. His younger self was inching closer and closer towards those damning buttons, and Danny found himself drifting closer to his memory self. “Enough for what?”
“Enough to keep the Heart alive, through the connection it has already forged with you. It is the one part of Kilaris that Pariah Dark cannot reach. Yes, he may have destroyed the vast majority of the Heart’s lifeforce, but he has not destroyed it all.”
Danny’s fist clenched over his sternum. The Heart… alive in him?
“How is that even a fair choice?” he said, his voice cracking. “You’re asking me to choose the fate of the worlds.”
Clockwork twiddled with his staff. “That I am. But I assure you, the choice is entirely yours. It is possible that should you choose not to activate the portal that things will still end well. It is simply a matter of what you feel led to do.”
Danny could only stare helplessly at his younger self. He drifted even closer, entering the Portal to hover right behind his younger self, who had stooped down to examine a tangle of wires on the ground.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t let himself go through that pain and suffering again. He couldn’t condemn his younger self to that emotional turmoil.
And yet…
The Heart had saved him. Even in death, it kept him alive. Even if it had done it because of an ulterior motive, because he had something to offer, it had still chosen to do so.
You were saved not because of what you could offer, but because of who you are.
His younger self shifted and moved to stand. Danny’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
Who better for the Heart of the Infinite Realms to forge such a bond with than the child who offered up his own heart for it?
“That wasn’t… that’s not what I meant…” Danny whispered aloud.
His younger self stood, then squinted at something on the back panel. He slowly began to move towards it.
He didn’t notice the loose wire draped over his boot.
This is your choice, little Prince. Will you offer yourself up once more, for both of your worlds? Will you step up again to selflessly save the lives of those in your protection?
It was never going to be a fair decision. How could he refuse to repay the Heart, who had saved his life? How could he condemn it to suffering alone, never to be whole again? How could he choose to abandon the fate of the worlds in favor of his own life?
“I can’t do this,” he said, barely audible. “I can’t…”
His younger self tripped. His hand flew out to the side to catch his fall.
Will you embrace who you are meant to be?
Danny made his choice.
As his younger self’s hand brushed past the “on” button, Danny inhaled sharply, then darted his hand out.
And with the click of the button, the world exploded in a blinding flash of pure white.
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The end of the world was upon them. Valerie could feel it in her bones, in the way reality seemed to push back and grate against every nerve in her body. Someone gripped her arm like a lifeline - whether it was a ghost, human, or something else entirely, she barely knew - and she couldn’t help but dig her fingers into their arm. Like whoever it was could somehow stop the awful sensation of her soul trying to rip itself from her body.
She and the others had fought back as long as they could against Pariah after that explosion that had thrown Danny aside, but before long, reality falling apart overwhelmed them all, even the Ancient ghosts. Now, with her eyes screwed tightly shut, she was only vaguely aware of the evil ghost king cackling away, drunk on the chaos and destruction. She had no idea what a ‘Kilaris’ was, but it had to be something important if he was claiming to have destroyed it to trigger everything.
It was a Sisyphian task to try and pry even just one of her eyes open, despite her visor shielding her face from the whipping wind. Still, Valerie Gray was not one to roll over and take it, no matter what ‘it’ was. Reality could be falling apart around her, but if she wanted to open her eye then damn it, she would open it.
Her gaze did not land on the king. It did not land on whoever was clutching her. It didn’t even land on the dozens of screaming civilians, who were clearly being affected by things in spite of the ghost shield. No, her gaze immediately flicked over to where Danny had been tossed aside like a rag doll. She could just barely make out his form amidst the rubble. The cloak he wore draped over his broken body like a blanket, and though she couldn’t see his face from where she stood, somehow she just… knew.
He wasn’t moving. At all.
Tears pricked in the corners of her eyes. God, this was so unfair. The boy who had robbed her of everything, the boy who had once stolen her heart, the boy who had left dozens of sleepless nights and burning questions in his wake…
She knew she should be mad. And truth be told, some part of her was angry with him. She resented him for everything he had put her through, for everything that had happened to their relationship.
But… a much larger part of her wanted to grieve. Wanted to lash out at the universe for putting them at odds. That part of her wanted to find it in her to run to his side and slap him awake so that they could fix everything.
And whether she meant everything happening or everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure.
A sharp bolt of something adjacent to pain shot through her. Her spine went rigid, and she opened her mouth in a soundless gasp. She didn’t even really know if she had the breath to gasp still, let alone shout out or cry or do anything that would probably end up embarrassing her in the long run. The wind howled against her suit, and the sky above gave a great groan, as if it was ready to come collapsing down on top of them all. Part of her wouldn’t be surprised if it did. Someone to her left let out a bloodcurdling scream.
She didn’t know how much longer her body could take it. She didn’t know how much longer her will could hold out against whatever intense energy was worming its way into her body, making her feel as though she herself was ripping apart at the seams, just like the sky. It was unbearable.
She could only hope it hadn’t been this bad for Danny.
And then, just when she was sure she wouldn’t be able to last any longer, just when she was sure she would have to succumb…
It stopped.
Everything just…
Stopped.
Valerie braced herself. This was it. It had to be it. The moment of stillness before destruction. She held her breath as she waited for… whatever it would be to descend upon her. Would it hurt? Would it be quick? Would she even know it happened?
(She just wished… Danny…)
A second passed. Then five. Then ten. Nothing happened.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Valerie pried one eye open. The task was far easier than it had been just a minute ago. A gasp ripped from her throat and her other eye flew open too as her gaze landed on the rip in the sky. It had stopped dead in its tracks; though the void still yawned across the sky, it had stopped swelling and widening. The little sky that remained had frozen into a strange mix of Earthly blue-gray and ghostly dark green.
A glow caught the peripheries of her vision, and instinctively, she looked at it, only for another gasp to tear from her mouth. The glow shone in a brilliant, beautiful white, shimmering with the hints of reds and blues and purples and greens, like a prism. It was bright enough to illuminate the entire street and cast a warm, comforting glow on everything it touched.
And there, in the epicenter of that brilliant glow, stood Danny.
It wasn’t the same broken, battered Danny that had been so callously thrown aside by the tyrant king. No, this Danny was… different. Healed. Revitalized. Where there had been cuts and blood and bruises, Valerie couldn’t see a scratch. He looked like the picture of perfect health.
It wasn’t the only thing that had changed about his appearance. He had transformed back into Phantom; his suit had been repaired. A prism of light distorted the air at his side, channeled through his hand and sharpened to a sword point of pure white light. His cloak billowed behind him in an unseen wind, the fractal patterns on the inside catching the light of the glow and reflecting back a rainbow of light. A streak of pure black cut through his bangs before fading seamlessly back into his white hair.
The most astounding change, though, was the crown nestled in his hair. It was an open circlet of sparkling silver, made of thin wires twisting in and out of one another. Frost coated the metal and became little, crystalline leaves and snowflakes, spiraling in little branches all along the crown. A handful of tiny diamonds of ice dotted themselves in between the leaves and snowflakes and wires. Much like his cloak, they too caught the light of the white glow around him, throwing the light back out and giving the illusion of a shimmering halo.
It was astonishing. He was astonishing. Radiating a power that even Valerie could feel prickling at her skin, underneath her suit, he looked every bit the part of a High King.
The only part that unnerved her was his eyes. She expected to see that familiar Phantom green glowing back at her, but she was instead met with two pools of the same pure white that surrounded him, with his pupils still barely visible underneath the glow. If she squinted and concentrated, she could almost see flickers of the same colors that shimmered in the white glow around him. The look in his eyes screamed intensity and power, something she didn’t know if she’d ever seen in Danny.
As he slowly began to walk forward, thin wisps of ectoplasm coiled towards him, as if he was a magnet drawing them in. Maybe, with such a powerful display, he really was a magnet for it. Either way, it made for even more of a spectacle. Valerie couldn’t tear her eyes away.
The entire street seemed to hold its breath as he approached. Finally, she managed to tear her eyes away from him long enough to follow his gaze and see Pariah Dark at the end of the road, his one eye widened to near-comical proportions. He remained frozen, mouth gaping, as if Danny’s eyes kept him glued in place.
Beside her, one of the ghosts - the one that had been with Danny when she found him - whispered something fast and unintelligible before dropping into a kneeling position. It was strange, considering she didn’t have knees, but the effect was the same. The other ghosts too started to kneel, even the big burly one with the cloak of clouds.
If Danny even noticed, he didn’t pay any attention to it. Without breaking his line of sight with Pariah, he thrusted a hand up into the air, pointing directly at the sky. Light bent around his hand, refracting into a multitude of colors. It wasn’t like any sort of ectoplasmic energy Valerie had ever seen before.
Above him, the rip in the sky seemed to bend with white, shimmery light. The edges glowed brilliantly, and wisps of colorful ectoplasm seemed to emerge from the glow. They zipped back and forth across the rip in a flurry, like a multicolored shower of shooting stars. The sight was so entrancing, Valerie barely noticed that the pressure in her chest had begun to abate.
Danny twisted his wrist, and the lights in the sky twisted in tandem. The whole block watched in anticipation as the rip stitched itself back together with the threads of ectoplasmic light, sealing away the dark void behind it.
Valerie couldn’t help but gape. She didn’t know whether to be in awe or in fear of the fact that apparently Danny could stop the end of the world with little more than a thought and a flick of his hand.
Unlike her and the rest of the crowd, he didn’t stop to admire his handiwork. “Lord Pariah,” he said as he stepped forward once again, but the voice wasn’t his. It was there, yes, but only under layers upon layers of other, far more ethereal voices. They seemed to crackle in the air around him, like static electricity that raised the hairs on the back of Valerie’s neck and made her skin tingle. The white glow around Danny shifted and glinted with the hints of the colors in his eyes with each word he spoke.
Danny - or whatever had hijacked his body - drew the prismatic sword and leveled it at Pariah as he continued to walk closer and closer. “You have wrought nothing but terror upon the kingdom whose protection with which you were charged. You have desecrated the most sacred of bonds in all the Realms. You have sought to destroy that which has granted you the existence you have so shamefully disrespected. Today, you shall answer for these crimes and the other atrocities committed in your name.”
Pariah, to his credit, recovered from his initial shock quickly and scowled at Danny. “What is the meaning of this? You dare defy my power?”
It happened so fast, Valerie could barely process it. Danny disappeared in a flash of bright white light, reappearing in front of Pariah with the tip of the glowing sword pressed to the king’s sternum. The world seemed to hold its breath as the two stood, perfectly frozen. Pariah stared at Danny, for once with terror written in his eye.
“You dare defy my power?” Danny said.
In spite of the terror, Pariah snarled and drew back a fist. Red energy exploded to life around it, but when he moved to fire, Danny flicked his free hand, and the energy fizzled out.
Valerie shivered.
Pariah moved to attempt another attack, but Danny responded by pressing the tip of his sword further into the king’s chest. The prism flared with light, and droplets of glowing green ectoplasm appeared where the blade pierced him. Beside her, Valerie heard Sam’s breath hitch in a gasp.
“Of course you still try and fight,” Danny said, shaking his head. His voice, the voices that filled the air around him and pierced Valerie’s ears, grew dangerously quiet. “After everything you’ve done to my Realms, you should be begging for mercy.”
“The Realms are not yours!” Pariah seethed in spite of the sword cutting into him. “They are mine! I will not stand for this trickery!”
Danny laughed hollowly. The light around him bent and twisted. “There is no trickery. The Realms are mine, just as I am theirs. Just as he is mine, and he is theirs.”
“Oh my God,” Tucker whispered. “Is that…?”
One of the ghosts immediately shushed him. Valerie didn’t understand why.
She didn’t fully understand Danny’s words, either, but for some reason, they left her unnerved.
Pariah bared his teeth. “You would have this child? A boy whose power barely measures up to your name?”
“I don’t expect you to understand,” Danny said. “Such things are beyond the understanding of someone as foolish as you. This child has done more for me than you, or any who have called themselves my champion. His very existence is a gift to the worlds he has vowed to protect. Through his death, he was born again as my true champion.”
Valerie’s head spun. To hear this… whatever talk about Danny like this… The same boy who still tripped over his own feet when he got nervous, the same boy who had a reputation for running and hiding at even the hint of a ghost attack, the same boy who shied away from any and all attention like it was the plague… She was having a hard time reconciling it, that was for certain.
“No!” Pariah snarled. “He is worthless! You are worthless!”
He reached up to try and grab the sword pressing into him. Danny, however, twisted his free wrist, and Pariah fell to the ground back first with an enormous thud. Before he could recover, Danny had already positioned the blade right above Pariah’s sternum.
“You will not speak ill of him,” Danny growled. The sound pulsed through the air with a flash of white light, and out of the corner of Valerie’s eye, she saw the civilians under the ghost shield flinch. More than one child began to cry. Quite frankly, she didn’t blame them. The sound of his layered voice was enough to cause even her to want to shrink back. “You will not harm him again. You will not harm our Realms again!”
“Then do it,” Pariah hissed back. “Prove yourself! Prove you are not such a coward that you will hide behind empty threats!”
Danny’s grip on the glowing blade tightened. “Do not test me!”
“Then do it!”
Danny raised the sword. Valerie’s breath caught in her throat. As he drove it down, she couldn’t tear her eyes away as she waited for him to deliver the final blow.
It never came.
The prismatic light that formed the sword’s blade hovered barely an inch from Pariah’s chest.
Danny clenched his eyes shut, and Pariah dared to shift enough to raise his head. “Are you a coward?” he said. “Do it!”
“... No.”
Valerie blinked. Had that been the real Danny’s voice?
“I said do it!”
“It would seem,” Danny said through his teeth as his voice flickered back to the cacophony of layered voices, “that the Prince is far kinder than I.”
“Then he is weak! You are weak!”
Danny’s eyes flew open. To Valerie’s shock, the white glow faded, leaving behind the familiar Phantom green. The glow around him dulled just the slightest, and his prismatic sword seemed to waver.
“I’m not weak,” he said quietly, and this time Valerie was sure that it was her Danny speaking.
Pariah laughed, not even bothering to hide the maniacal edge to it. “You are if you let me live! This will never end unless you end it now!”
“I don’t care.” Danny shifted back the slightest bit. “I’ll find another way. But it won’t be like this.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m better than that. I’m better than you.” Before Pariah could respond, he regarded the toppled king with one last, somber look before turning and walking away.
“Fool!” Pariah bellowed after Danny’s retreating form. “Do you not understand? I will End you! You and your pathetic existence, and then I will destroy your precious Kilaris once and for all! You will never defeat me if you take the coward’s way out!”
Danny closed his eyes and inhaled. Stopping, but without turning around, he said, “You’re right. I won’t. Not in the way you and Kilaris think defeat looks like. But think what you want - you’ve still lost. You are the one who’s powerless. You never even had it to begin with.” The inside of his cloak twinkled, and the light around him pulsed as he resumed his retreat.
Interdimensional king or not, Valerie wanted to shake Danny for being so stupid as to turn his back on such a dangerous enemy without securing him first. As it was, she saw Pariah’s next move from a mile away.
He launched himself up with a roar, red sparking around his hands. With a reach, he lunged straight for Danny’s back.
Before Valerie or anyone could jump in or even shout a warning, though, the tip of an acidic green blade blossomed from the center of Pariah’s chest.
“The King may have his reservations about ending your sorry existence,” the Fright Knight growled from behind him. “I have no such qualms.”
Danny had turned at the sound of Pariah’s roar, and when his eyes landed on the sword, a pallid green hue dusted his cheeks. Somehow, Valerie knew it wasn’t ectoplasm.
Pariah tried to turn to face the Fright Knight, but with a sword embedded in him, the task was impossible. “You… traitor…”
“I serve a new liege now,” the Fright Knight corrected. “And Kilaris’ words ring true: it is time you answered for your crimes, and I will see to it.”
With a sickening squelch, he ripped the sword out from Pariah’s back. Pariah immediately fell to his knees, but the Fright Knight raised the sword and swung it in a wide arc. The blade cut clean into Pariah, and not a moment later, the tyrant king evaporated in a puff of red-tinted ectoplasmic mist.
Valerie’s heart panged with sympathy at the sickened look on Danny’s face, even as the crowd behind the ghost shield began to cheer and emerge to greet their hero. Sam and Tucker surged forward, towards Danny, but Valerie stayed glued in place, watching Danny as he stared at the Fright Knight in trepidation. “Did you just…?” he asked quietly. The white glow around him began to dim.
The Fright Knight dropped to one knee in front of him and held up his sword. “I swear upon my Existence that his soul will be the last this cursed blade will reap. It is only right that he should meet a fate brought about by his own doing.”
Danny still looked like he wanted to throw up. “It’s not - I didn’t…”
The glow suddenly disappeared, the prismatic sword in his hand shimmered once more and vanished, and Danny swooned. Tucker and Sam stopped in shock, but Valerie’s instincts kicked in. Her hoverboard whined to life, and she zipped over just in time to catch Danny as his legs crumpled underneath him. The magic that had repaired his suit died away; her shoulders sagged with relief when his body thankfully stayed healed.
A white ring appeared around his waist. Valerie watched with wide eyes as Phantom reverted back to Fenton in her lap. Somewhere in the back of her head, she was vaguely aware of the approaching crowd gasping in amazement, but for some reason, she found herself strangely focused on the streak in his hair, now a pure white fading seamlessly into black.
That, and the icy crown still nestled in his hair. It only seemed to stand out even more against his pitch black hair.
Blue eyes fluttered open. “Hey, Red,” he whispered with a tired, weak grin. “I think I know what you must have felt like when you fell from heaven. Or however that goes. Ow...”
Valerie had never been so grateful for her visor as she fought back the blush that bloomed on her cheeks. That was definitely something she’d be revisiting, but later. “Danny, what was that? What just happened?”
His brows knitted together in confusion as Sam and Tucker finally reached them. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mr. and Mrs. Fenton quickly approaching too.
“I think the Ghost Zone just used me as a meat puppet?” he said.
And then he went limp in Valerie’s arms.
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Chapter 45: Where?
I smiled as I stared at myself in the mirror of mine and Albert's room. My belly was covered in many stretch marks. Today was the day my and Albert's vows would be renewed. I was fluttering in excitement.
"Nighthawk to Phoenix, do you read me boss lady?" Nighthawk's voice came through my com choker.
"What's wrong, hawk?" I said, accepting the link.
"Nothing. I was just letting you know everything is set up, and you should start getting ready. I'll be up there to escort you down in roughly thirty minutes time." He said as the coms disconnected.
"Always in a rush." I sigh, shaking my head.
Quickly, I start to change. I wasn't doing anything fancy with my hair and makeup. I didn't need much prepping for these events since being infected with the Angelis virus.
Slowly, I draped the lovely two part gown over my body. The lavender lace clinging to my baby bump, creating a globe of lotus petals. While the fabric was somewhat scratchy, I couldn't help but run my hand over the children. I felt so happy.
I never wanted to lose this moment. I wish I had a camera to save this thought forever. This was a field of mental bliss. Just me and my unborn children, I felt a small set of kicks as I smiled.
I heard the elevator open. Nighthawk must be here to esscort me to the library. I removed my com choker as a tinge of unease fell over me. Nighthawk was never this quiet.
"Wesk! Is that you love?" I shouted out, grabbing my samurai edge from the trunk at the foot of our bed.
Nothing but silence. I loaded my pistol and stepped out of mine and Albert's room. The common area seemed darker than normal. I walked out facing the elevator, noticing nothing strange. I quickly faced the balcony and living room.
After a brief second, I felt a sharp stinging in my neck that dropped me to my knees. What the fuck! Pain surged through my body. I hadn't felt anything like this since Angelis bound itself to my genetic code. My vision was blurry. My body was burning as I could feel my muscles loosen and contract rapidly. In a searing wave of pain, I released my firearm, unable to keep a solid grip on it
"Well , well, well, just look at you now, dear sister in law." I heard a distorted voice say.
I saw white leather dress shoes step in front of me. My vision was slowly fading, but in my desperation, my body fought against whatever was assailing it. The voice wasn't clear in tone, but I knew for damn sure who did this.
"ALEX!" I instantly covered my mouth.
A jolt of shock and horror shook me. My voice sounded just like my mutated forms. What was happening to me. I grabbed my side and toppled over. My pain had tripled in agony in a matter of seconds.
"Poor poor darling Tabitha, look how you have fallen to me. Vladimir certainly was on the right track with this destabilizing agent. An antigen would have probably killed you by now, so this destabilizing toxin was perfect for you. Can't risk hurting Albert's children after all." She mused at my expense.
A feral growl escaped my throat. I reach for my neck only to remember I has previously removed my choker because I thought it would clash with the dress. I let my guard down for a day that should have been nothing but happy. I was furious, not only with myself but with the obstacle in my way. Should I just lash out or try and drag myself to get my comlink.
"Reduced to base instincts, aren't you? Fight or flight? The itch to kill what is threatening not only you but your unborn brood or the desire to cower away to your and Albert's room? Face it, my silly little sister in law you've always been nothing more than an animal for Umbrellas entertainment." Alex laughed as I heard the elevator open again, Nighthawk strode into my view.
"Lady Alex, have you secured your captive?" He said to my disbelief.
"Agent Nighthawk! Ex-explain your s-self!" I barely mustered out.
He turned to face me, and my heart sunk. His eyes once gleaming hawk like yellow eyes were glazed over and a sullen grey. His eyes were the same as mine when I was under the control of Sergei.
"I must say you train your people well deary. It took the highest setting to control him. Even now, I can see it in his face, his eyes in particular. He is fighting for control. To save you from what he knows is about to happen. But no one can save you now, my dear sweet Tabitha." Alex laughed as she snapped.
Nighthawk walked towards me and slid a syringe in my neck. He lifted me as my body went numb. I could feel his heart pounding against his chest. Alex walked up to me and pulled out a scalpel from her sleeve.
"Sorry, deary, but I need this to be believable." Alex said, grabbing my head by my bangs.
Even in my drugged haze, I had enough energy to spit in her eye. That earned me a harsh slap across my face. She quickly cut good-sized gash on my forehead as she wiped her eye.
I felt the blood trickle down my face. It's sticky warmth, quickly drying, leaving an irritating path of flaky ichor. As the drug slowly overpowered my weakened body, I felt soft but yet cold icy arms position me bridal style.
"Now deary, it's time to rest. When you next awaken, you shall be in your new home." Alex said with her back turned wiping what little blood there was on her hands on the wall leading to the elevator.
I looked into Nighthawk's eyes, and I saw flecks of yellow starting to burst through the grey. He truly was fighting her. He looked down at me, and the concern in his eyes was palpable. He groaned as if to say he knew.
"Knock her out. We can't risk having her giving away our position." Alex barked as the elevator opened.
Nighthawk gripped my pressure point near my carotid artery. As everything went to black.
(Wesker's P.O.V.)
"Ten minutes," I murmured under my breath as I stared out over the library.
My lotus had worked wonders on the Gothic architecture, making it feel hospitable and inviting. The warm atmosphere matched a gentle spring day as what few guests we had invited chatted amongst themselves.
Jill and Gale were sitting front and center next to the aisle. They were hand in hand. They had appeared to have grown close over these past few months. Even with Jill under my control for missions, she seemed to have stopped fighting against the no contact order. She hasn't attempted to reach out to Chris or the B.S.A.A.
"Ahh, Dr. Wesker, glad to see you." Arias said, walking up to me to my slightest annoyance.
"Welcome, Glen. I'm glad you were able to make it to this important celebration for me and Tabitha." I said, offering my hand in which he quickly took giving it a firm shake.
"Don't think about it. In all honesty, I'm grateful to your wife for extending the invitation. It's quite lovely. Where is Ms. Tabitha? I'd like to extend my gratitude to her as well." Glen said, looking around the room.
"She is currently on her way from what I was told by my stepson." I said, looking towards the entrance of the library.
Arjuna was there, his blue streaks of hair slicked back, and the collar of his button-up looked disheveled. He seemed on edge. I know he had instructed Nighthawk to fetch my dear lotus so we could start the ceremony. That was almost forty minutes ago. He kept messing with him comlink. Something didn't set quite right with me.
"Excuse me, Glen. I'm going to go speak with Arjuna." I bluntly said dismissing Arias from my mind.
With a quickened pace, I walked up to my step-son. As I got close, I could see in his posture that he was panicked. I pulled him aside.
"What is the situation, Archer?" I said, adjusting my sunglasses.
"The coms are down, I can't get ahold of mom or Nighthawk. Hell, it's not even connecting to Gale or the guards I have stationed around the base." He said, ripping the choker off in frustration.
"How long?" I said unease, setting in.
"Thirty-five minutes, just after my partner went to fetch T." He groaned, "The last contact was between my partner and her. At least, that was what White Queen told me when she finished diagnostics."
"I'm going to check on them. Hopefully, I will run into them on the way." I said about to open the door.
"Take Gale and Jill with you. I hate saying this, but something isn't sitting right with me." Archer said, grabbing my wrist.
He boldness stunned me for a brief moment. Normally, Arjuna was more reticent with his actions. The fact he so brazenly grabbed me stood out.
"If you insist, I shall accommodate your request. Actually, you and I both are thinking something isn't how it's supposed to be." I said, "keep the guests here. We will be back shortly."
I walked over to Chambers and Valentine. When they saw my face, they nodded and stood up. We quickly exited the library.
"You don't think Tabs got cold feet, do ya?" Gale asked Jill as we rushed through the hallways, searching for my lotus.
"Not a chance, Gale. I saw the dress as soon as it arrived. The glee on her face was unmistakable. She was really looking forward to today." Jill said.
We quickly reached the elevator to mine and Tabitha's room. We hadn't run into my lotus or Nighthawk. However, as soon as I gazed upon the ground, I felt my eyes flare. There smeared on the dull concrete was a moderate blood trail, coming from the elevator. They noticed it, too.
"Gale! You check the room! Jill, follow me! Something happened!" I snarled, calling the elevator for Gale.
"On it! You go find Tabs." Gale said, getting on the elevator.
Jill and I quickly followed the trail. It slowly tappered off, but its direction was leading towards the secret exit that led into the nearby mountains that Markus had built in as an escape route. A primal need to protect was coursing through my blood. As if realizing it's master was in dire need, Angelis activated. My vision drastically became sharper, and my sense of smell was picking up faint traces of blood and sweet pea perfume.
The new information led me down a neglected section of hallways and tunnels. The lights were shattered out, and the tunnels were lit with dying emergency lighting embedded in the wall. There was a thick layer of dust on the floor. Stopping for a moment, I noticed something along the hall ahead leading to the door.
There were two sets of footprints, and neither were my sweet lotus's. The first was a set of boots. Clearly, someone came prepared. The next set of dust tracks was peculiar. They were of a set of dress shoe tracks. They were petite, and the heel was a thick wedge of some sort.
My field of vision turned red, and I bolted, leaving Jill behind. Tabitha was all I had on my mind. I had a task I needed to complete. Get my beloved wife back.
I ripped the door out of the wall with little effort. The rusted object was no match for me. I keep going forward only to stop and see nighthawk being shot out of a black helicopter that was hovering roughly thirty feet in the air.
As soon as nighthawk hit the ground, the helicopter started ascending and flew off. My emotions went cold. There wasn't any anti-aircraft weaponry long the mountains. I decided that when i started using this base, I wasn't going to fully retrofit it with weaponry along the mountains to keep it hidden from Satellites.
I noticed that nighthawk was trying to force himself up. I walked over towards him. My anger flared like a blazing wild fire. As I got to him, there was dust caked on his combat boots.
He opened his eyes that were almost flickering back and forth between his natural color and a hazy grey. His body spasmed as his hand covered the gunshot wound in his left pectoral. He had landed on his back, and his once immaculate wings were unfurled splayed out on the ground.
"Wesker, sir. I failed." He coughed out as blood poured from his lips. "Damn that woman!"
I heard three sets of people running up behind me as I lifted up nighthawk by his collar. He looked like he was on deaths door, awaiting the sickle to swing down to end his suffering. The grey his eyes kept shifting to was the same color that my darling lotus's were when she was being controlled by Sergei.
"Wesker!" Gale shouted, running up behind me, grabbing my shoulder ,"It was Alex!"
Everything just stopped. I felt myself let go of the dying Phoenix Corps agent and turn to face Chambers. He had a look of pure hatred on his face.
Jill and Archer ran behind us and started treating Nighthawk's wounds. With a single motion, Gale opened his hand, revealing a note on worn Umbrella stationary.
I took it from his hands and unfolded it. In dark ink, there was a penned note from Alex.
"Brother, it is a shame thing have become like this. I believe we should talk. Fret not, I won't harm a hair on my nieces or nephews. Your weak, useless, and pitiful wife is in my care now. It would be a shame should anything happen to your favorite toy, right? I shall reach out through Nighthawk in a weeks time. It's time you remember where you belong, Brother. If you don't, I'll be sure your Lotus wilts away and the last thorn in father's side will be destroyed."
White...blank...where!? Where is she!? Where did that bitch take you my love?!?!
"ALEX!!!" I snarled out as the guards of Phoenix Corps. surrounded nighthawk, placing him in B.O.W. restraining cuffs and escorting him into the base.
"Wesker!" Jill called out to me.
Slowly, I realized that I had to play this strategically. Alex was as intelligent as I was. She clearly had a plan in place, and I could play into her hands if I wasn't careful.
I looked over the edge of the mountains, "I will not be away from you long, my dear lotus. Of that, I promise."
Hey everyone, Silfarianhawk here. We are on to the next ark. Oh, this will be fun... at least for me, that is. I hope ya'll have an amazing day. As always, my name is Silfarianhawk, and I'm not so far away.
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