Monday, August 30, 2004

Apollion
Phase 3
Rematch





“Alex killed my mother?!” Cindy screamed to the top of her lungs.
“Yes, he did, I am so sorry. I was just too late,” Vicious 2 explained, as they sat in an apartment that Vicious 2 rented.
“Daddy, I’m sorry as well, I could’ve prevented that,” Cindy said, as she stared out of the window into the night.
“Don’t cry anymore, Cindy. Your mother is an angel now,” Vicious 2 smiled, and watched his daughter walk over to him.
“Yes she is,” Cindy said, and she hugged Vicious 2, who sat in a red recliner chair. “Do you think I will be welcomed to live here?”
“Yeah, Ana is a nice girl, you can sleep in my bed, and I will sleep on the couch,” Vicious 2 reclined the chair, and Cindy lay on top of him, resting her head on his chest.
“Will you take care of me, Daddy?” Cindy asked, softly.
“Yes of course, you are my child,” Vicious 2 replied, and held Cindy in his arms, as she dosed off.

Zero lay in a hospital bed, bandaged from head to toe. Even his mouth was wrapped. All you could see was his eyes, and his hair, everything else was wrapped up tight. A woman came in, with purple hair, and beautiful green eyes.
“I have seen this picture too many times,” Her voice spoke with a bit of laughter. She stared Zero down as if she knew him. She walked over to him, draped in a yellow tank top with some yellow hot pants. Her light purple heeled boots, clapped lightly against the floor as she made her way over to Zero. She pulled the bandage down on his mouth, so that he could speak, and she gave him a warm smile.
“Who are you?” Zero asked, slowly.
“I am a friend of your father, you look just like him,” She moved his green hair out of his face, and to the back.
“Faye?” Zero blurted after she spoke.
“Yes, I’m sure he told you about me,” Faye’s sweet womanly voice echoed through the room.
“Yes, he used to say how he hated that he never gave you a chance to be with him,” Zero explained.
“Really?” Faye’s voice grew slower and sadder, and she kept rubbing his hair to the back.
“Yes, that is what he told me,” Zero said.
“Poor Spike, he was so indecisive. He never knew what he was going to do next. He was unpredictable to his own self,” Faye said with a smile and a tear rolling down her face. “Maybe if I’d met him earlier, then you would be my son,” She leaned down, and kissed his cheek.
“I wish I could’ve gotten to know my mother, but she was gone before I could even say a word to her,” Zero said.
“Can…. Can I be your mother?” Faye asked shyly, biting her bottom lip.
“Yes,” Zero replied, and she immediately kissed his cheek again.


Near sun down, the girls and Julius were back home, and Luminae was rummaging through her new packages. She had gotten both of her guitars, and she was more excited than a toddler going to Chucky Cheeses. She pulled her first guitar out, and it was black with silver frets, then she pulled out a second one. A 2002 Les Paul Gibson, grey with an ebony finish around the neck. When Julius saw the guitars, he nearly watered at the mouth. He just stood there, staring blankly at the guitars. Selena came into Luminae’s room behind Julius.
“Those are some nice guitars,” Selena said, sweetly.
“Thanks, Lena,” Luminae said, as she put the guitars on their stands.
“I must say, that is some serious hardware,” Julius said.
“Yeah, do you two want to order some instruments?” Luminae asked.
“Sure, I need a new amp,” Julius replied.
“And I am thinking about getting a new guitar, I just can’t let go of the hotrod,” Selena said.
“What kind of amp, Julius?” Luminae asked.
“A Marshall with 300 watts,” Julius replied.
“You want to be packing sound, don’t you?” Luminae said.
“Yeah,” Julius said.
“Lena, I got the guitar just for you, it’s a Squier M-70. It has jumbo frets, and a single cutaway, set-net blue body,” Luminae said.
“Sounds nice, I will take it,” Selena smiled, and walked out of Luminae’s room. Julius walked over to Luminae, and sat down on the floor next to her, admiring her guitars.

At dawn, Vicious 2 awoke on the couch; he got up to check on his daughter. He walked into his bedroom, and watched her as she slept soundly. Her pink hair, covered her face, and she favored her mother so well, with her eyes closed. In Vicious 2’s eyes, she was always cursed with his green pupils. He smiled as she squirmed in his velvet sheets. He left the room, and closed the door behind him. He picked his shirt up off of the loveseat of the couch, and put it on; not bothering to button it up. Then he grabbed his katana off of the coat rack, and strapped over his shoulder as he left the apartment.

Before leaving the apartment building, Vicious 2 rubbed to bottles of sun tan lotion all over the parts of his body that were revealed. When got on the streets, he began walking down Syndicate Ave. He walked and walked until he reached the inner city, where he stumbled upon what looked like a crime scene. He saw chalk where the dead bodies laid, and he could even see traces of dried up blood. The safety tape was torn, probably from nosy bystanders, and it looked like they were getting ready to clean it all up. Just as Vicious 2 turned to leave, he heard three loud gunshots. He vanished before they could hit him, and he ended up atop a large skyscraper, three times bigger than the Empire State building. He was so high up, that he saw nothing but the yellow skies that the sun shined brightly upon.
“I see you’ve become more coordinated,” Malkav’s voice spoke across from Vicious 2, as they stood back to back on the building, each on the opposite edge of the skyscraper.
“I see you’ve taken your anger out on a lot of people,” Vicious 2 said.
“Not really, that was just dinner and a little bit of fun. You could ask your brother, Zero, but I think he will be in the obituaries soon. Vicious 2 gritted his teeth, and grabbed the handle of his katana that was now hanging off of his waists.
“Bitch!” Vicious 2 yelled. Malkav smiled, and reached for his casull that was on the inside of his coat.
“Yes, he was almost a worthy opponent,” Malkav said.
“So, I must kill you once again,” Vicious 2 said.
“You didn’t kill anything, but my dignity!” Malkav grew angry just that quick, and he touched his forehead. “Your anger has subsided since the day of Melanie’s death.”
“That is where you are wrong; I will never let you forget what you did to Melanie, nor my fucking name!” Vicious 2 said, and vanished, as Malkav fired savagely at him. Malkav turned back around, and Julius brought his unsheathed katana down on Malkav. Malkav jumped back and fired another shot, at Vicious 2. Vicious 2 landed on the edge of the roof, and hit the bullet away with his katana.
“You’re not a true vampire, just a phony, like that bitch of yours,” Malkav said.
“Bastard!” Vicious 2 yelled, and launched in Malkav’s directions. Malkav blocked the towering katana with the long shaft of his casull, and he shot before the gun was cut in half, but Vicious 2 moved his head to the side away from the bullet. Vicious 2 landed on both feet, and he started slashing from side to side at Malkav, who grabbed the katana, and tried to break it. Vicious 2 leaned forward, and headbutted Malkav, and pulled the blade from Malkav’s palms, causing them to bleed. Malkav stepped back, and looked at the blood on his hands, and he stared back at Vicious 2.
“You shall pay for all of the mental pain you’ve caused me,” Malkav said, almost calmly, as he closed his eyes, and summoned a scythe with a chrome blade, and a handle made of dark black marble. Vicious 2 licked the blood off of the blade of his katana.
“I own the possession of your soul,” Vicious 2 stated, as he pointed the katana at Malkav.
“Sure,” Malkav said, as he swung the scythe at Vicious 2’s feet. Vicious 2 jumped and stabbed the katana dead at Malkav’s chest. Malkav brought the scythe back up to block it from his chest. While still in mid-air, Vicious 2 spun around, and sliced at Malkav’s neck. Malkav moved back, and hit Vicious 2 with the handle of the scythe. Vicious 2 landed on the hard cement, and rolled over as the scythe blade came down on him. The scythe was so forceful that it cracked the cement, giving Vicious 2 enough time to kick the scythe from Malkav’s grip. When Vicious 2 got up, Malkav punched him, and he dropped the katana. He tried to grab it before it fell off of the roof, but Malkav grabbed him by his shirt, and held him in the air as he punched him repeatedly. He threw Vicious 2 to the ground, and Vicious 2 started to slowly crawl to his feet. Malkav ran at Vicious 2, and tried to kicking him like a soccer ball. Vicious 2 bent over backwards, and sprung to his feet by using his hands to bounce him up. He twirled around, and brought the back of his fist to Malkav’s face. Malkav ducked, and shot a kick to Vicious 2’s side. Vicious 2 caught his leg, and pulled him into his fist. Vicious 2 punched at him again, and Malkav blocked, throwing a punch of his own. Vicious 2 flew to the tar ground of the roof, where his face thudded against the solid turf. Vicious 2 got up, bleeding from his lip and his face a punctured mess that started to heal immediately.
“I can’t wait to feast upon your being,” Malkav said.
“Better said then done, Malkav,” Vicious 2 said, as he drew a handful of Milky’s throwing knifes. “Remember these?!”

Vicious 2 tossed the sharp knives one at a time at Malkav’s torso. Malkav punched all of them away with his bare fists. Vicious2 ran at Malkav, and they locked their arms up into a grapple. Vicious 2 could feel the strength in Malkav’s arms, strength far stronger than his own. They both tried to knee each other in the gut, but both of their knees met repeatedly. Vicious 2 twisted his own arm, and broke it in three places, then he pulled it from Malkav’s grip. He jerked it back in place, and punched him with his shattered arm. As Malkav staggered back, Vicious 2 tackled him, and they both fell off of the skyscraper. Malkav dug his claws into the windows of the building, and broke through one of them, leaving Vicious 2 to fall just as his brother did. As he plummeted from the massive structure, he was grabbed by a large ray of light that surrounded his body. It gave him a safe landing to the ground, and handed him his katana. Vicious 2 looked up at the light, and it said muttered something, and then vanished into thin air.

The smell of burnt pancakes and overcooked bacon filled the apartment. The black smoke smeared Cindy’s pale face as she prepared her breakfast. She sat at the couch, and turned the television on. She watched Real World: Venus, while she poured syrup on her pancakes.
“Did Julius teach you how to cook?” A girl with long jet black hair, and water blue eyes said. Cindy got up quickly, and wiped her hands off.
“Hi, I’m Cindy,” She said, still trying to swallow her tough food.
“I’m Ana, I have heard a lot about you from Julius,” Ana said, with a smile, her full lips were dressed up with violet red lipstick.
“Who is Julius?” Cindy asked.
“That’s your fathers name, I thought,” Ana replied.
“I always thought his name was Vici, that’s what my mother called him,” Cindy said. She walked back over to the couch, and started back eating her breakfast.
“Would you like me to make you some breakfast,” Ana asked.
“Sure if you don’t mind,” Cindy said, happily…


Be sure to root for my Selena, she is taking her driver's test tomorrow, and she is going to pass that bitch Carnie style

-Lilith















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