Sunday, December 19, 2004

Apollion
Phase 7
Angel of Death




“What’s happening to me?” The curious words of a weakened soldier spoke, lying on the white carpet in the den of Lady Garnett.
“The night of the blood red moon has arrived,” Garnett said, staring down at Vicious 2 from the couch. She sat with her shaved legs, overlapping each other, wearing her all light blue pajamas.
“Am I dying?” Vicious 2 asked. Garnett pulled the straps back up on her tanktop, and stood, wearing her blue underwear.
“No, you aren’t, Vicious. You are growing stronger,” Garnett said, and she got on her knees beside him.
“I feel so weak,” Vicious 2 said, breathing heavily.
“Yes, this is your first time. This would actually be your third time, but you were dead for the past two blood moons,” Garnett, brushed the sweat off of his brow, and her long black hair, was hung low enough to lay comfortably on his cheek. The crimson moon shined through the window, and the gleam burned Vicious 2 as if it were the sun on a hellacious summer day. His veins peered through his pale skin, resembling red spider webs coiled around his arms, and taking over his face. His pupils burned like hell fire, and he gripped onto Garnett’s arm tightly. Garnett snatched his shirt opened, to find the fire red webs circling his chest and abs, pulsing like a heart beat. His teeth were closed together like a vice grip, holding in his scarlet screams. The moon on the outside gleamed brighter, and Vicious 2 finally released his painful screech, revealing pearl fangs that grew sharper every second. The morning hours arrived after a night of pure torture to gain true power. Vicious 2 lie still, unconscious from his painful night. Garnett took her place back on the couch, as Vicious 2 regained his consciousness. He opened his eyes to nothing but a barricade of white hair in his face. Garnett looked up to see Vicious 2 get up to his feet, peering at her with his new bright red eyes.
“Congratulations, Vicious, you are now truly of the undead,” Garnett said, smiling at him. A smile was about so surface on his face until he heard his birth name, coming from a familiar raspy voice.
“Vicious,” Vicious 2 said.
“What, how?” Garnett asked.
“It’s the first test,” Vicious 2 vanished to the back yard filled with beautiful plant life, another courtyard opposite the front yard.
“Wait, Vicious,” Garnett said, and she followed. When she vanished to the back yard, she found Vicious 2 facing his father in a physical form.
“You’ve matured since the last time we talked, son,” Vicious smirked, still wearing that fucking syndicate uniform.
“I am ready for this test that you speak of,” Vicious 2 said.
“Don’t be so quick to jump the gun, child. Wouldn’t you like to know what you are up against?” Vicious asked, the smirk still written on his face.
“I have defeated you many times, I’ll do it again,” Vicious 2 said, staring back at Vicious, challenge, the expression that was written on his face. Vicious took a deep breath, and tasted the oxygen he took in.
“The air is so clear; I forgot how good it feels to breathe after so many years in the bondage of hell,” Vicious said. Vicious 2 drew the katana from the sheath in his hand.
“You wield my sword just as I did, I’m flattered. But that will not stop me from killing you,” Vicious said.
“I will stop you from killing me,” Vicious 2 stepped forward, holding the sword in his left, the sheath in his right. Vicious grinned sadistically, as he saw the sheath coming at him. He dodged it, but he didn’t see his son pushing the sword through his heart.
“Game over,” Vicious 2 said.
“Bullshit,” Vicious drove his palm into Vicious 2, shoving him back to the ground. Julius kept his grip on the sword, and it jerked out of Vicious’ chest. The sun made Vicious 2’s skin sizzle, and he hopped to his feet. One second Vicious was a whole meter away from him and in the next instant Vicious was facing him. Julius could smell the breath of a dragon; the stench was enough to knock any human out cold. Stunned by his father’s movement, he didn’t notice Vicious lifting him up in a bear hug.
“Vicious, I will help you,” Garnett said. Both Vicious 2 and Vicious looked back at her.
“Which one?” they asked in unison, sounding like one person.
“Julius!” Garnett drew her sword.
“No, I have to do this myself,” Julius, looked back at his father, and gave him a few headbutts.
“It’s futile, give up, bastard son,” Vicious said, as Vicious 2 rammed his head into him repeatedly. Vicious met his head halfway, and let go of Vicious 2. The force behind Vicious’ head made him go flying back to the ground, dropping the katana. Vicious quickly grabbed the katana, and attempted to impale Vicious 2. Vicious 2 vanished, and appeared back, trying to do an aerial kick to the back Vicious’ head. Vicious ducked, and slashed the sword at Vicious 2’s side. The blade sliced the air, as Vicious 2 disappeared again.
“I can sense you,” Vicious said, and he swung the sword right where Vicious 2 reappeared. Vicious 2 landed on one knee, meeting the katana with its sheath with his back turned to Vicious.
“You are certainly faster than before, but will that be enough?” Vicious asked. Vicious drew the katana back to him, and Vicious 2 charged at him wielding the sheath. The sword and the sheath met up in a quarrelsome battle, a mark was left every time they clattered together. Vicious swung the sword overhead, Vicious 2 ducked, and blocked the sword as Vicious brought it back to him. Vicious 2 grabbed the middle of the sheath, and battled the katana with the ends. He spun it round and round, trying to ward off Vicious while backing away. The sheath and the katana locked up with one another, and Vicious 2 took the momentum in his own hands. He rolled his arm around outward to unlock the sword and sheath, and then he dropped his sheath and kicked it in Vicious’ face. He jumped up and did a spinning kick; connecting with the kick, he grabbed the katana in mid air. Vicious shook the kick off, and rush back to Vicious 2, who launched at Vicious. Vicious jumped after him, and his fist met with the katana. They both passed each other, and landed on opposite sides, back to back. Vicious 2’s sword broke in half, and a whole half of Vicious’ arm was lopped off. Vicious’ arm healed, and Vicious 2 dropped the broken sword. Just as Vicious 2 turned to face Vicious, A fist came directly to his face. He moved to his side, and drove his elbow into Vicious’ gut as hard as he could. Vicious coughed up spit and blood, but that didn’t slow him down. He grabbed Vicious 2’s arm as it tried to grip his hair, and he gave his son an uppercut. Vicious 2 bounced backwards, and pushed himself up with his hands. Vicious’ long leg went for a kick to Vicious 2’s forehead, but as he hopped back up, he bent backwards to dodge the kick. Vicious 2 then, hit a back flip kick on Vicious, but Vicious caught him by his ankle, and began punching him in the back.
“Julius, use your strength!” Garnett said, angrily. Vicious 2 gritted his teeth, and took the blows to his back, feeling helpless. Vicious jerked him into the air, and threw him back to the ground. The ground gave way, and Vicious 2 was nearly thrown back into hell. When Vicious lifted him back up, there was an imprint of Vicious 2’s body in the lush grass. Vicious lifted his son up by his collar, staring into his face with sharp grey eyes.
“Julius, you are the snake, and what you said before you killed me was true. A snake can’t eat a dragon,” Vicious said.
“But father, you keep forgetting that a snake is a heartless beast!” Vicious 2 drew his chrome stainless .50 AE desert eagle, from his pants, and sunk his fangs into Vicious’ neck. Vicious pushed him off of him, and fell backwards, almost stumbling back into hell. Vicious 2 landed steadily, and fired the desert eagle at Vicious. The bullets soared through Vicious, and he fell back into the pit. Vicious 2 saw his sword lying on the ground next to the pit, and he kicked the pieces into hell.
“Take your sword with you,” Vicious 2 said. Garnett ran over to Vicious 2, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“You did it, Vicious,” Garnett whispered into his ear.
“Don’t call me that, I’m not him!” Vicious 2 said, angrily.

Cindy walked through the park with her brother, Julius. Her hands were stuffed in her tight denim pockets, and her black hiking boots stepped in the same pattern as her brother’s boots. The sun was going down quickly, as Julius and Cindy made their way home.
“Julius, how does it feel to be human?” Cindy asked.
“I can’t describe it, I just take life as it comes at me,” He let his guitar hang at his waist, near the end of his red button up shirt.
“How does it feel to know that you are going to die one day?” Cindy asked, trying to fuck with him.
“Death will come as it pleases, like I said, I just keep living,” Julius said.
“Then I guess it’s my duty to make sure you die an old man,” Cindy said, smiling. Julius looked back at her, with a cold stare.
“That is if you don’t kill me in the process,” Julius said.
“You know, Julius, I don’t see how you are my brother, you are such an asshole,” Cindy said.
“I only speak the truth,” Julius argued.
“Daddy tries to protect your life, and that’s how you repay him. He is ready to give his fucking life for you, and you just shut him out,” Cindy said.
“Enough, you two,” Vicious 2 appeared in front of them.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with your eyes,” Cindy brushed Julius aside, and walked over to Vicious 2, gazing at his blood red eyes.
“Just a minor change,” Vicious 2 said, putting his hand on his pride and joy’s face. “Hello, son.” Julius just waved, and continued on home. Vicious 2 bowed his head with a slight sorrow, but resiliently looked up when he felt his daughter’s cold hand clutching his.
“It’s ok, daddy, I appreciate you,” Cindy whispered, and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I know,” Vicious 2 said. Cindy smiled, and rubbed for the strap that was usually across his chest, but wasn’t there.
“Where did your katana go?” Cindy asked.
“I’ll explain over dinner,” Julius said.


When Julius entered the apartment, Cassidy greeted him from the kitchen. Pimp and Luminae, the only remaining band members, relaxed on the couch, watching TV.
“Hey, girls,” Julius said, and went into Vicious 2’s room to get his other guitars. He came back out, lugging bags suitcases of equipment, and his personal belongings.
“Where are you going, Julius?” Luminae looked back from the couch at Julius.
“I am going back to the mansion to work on my solo album,” Julius said.
“Cool, can we help?” Pimp asked, with a cigarette in her mouth.
“Sure, I will be lonely since I have finished my practicing with Jerry,” Julius said.
“Give us two days, we have some business to handle with your father,” Luminae said.
“Ok, see you then,” Julius left the apartment with his stuff.

Pimp and Luminae met Julius at the corner outside of the apartment at nightfall. Julius came out of the apartment with a fresh new black shirt on, and his normal black cargos on.
“It’s nice to see you ladies back in school girl uniforms again,” Vicious 2 said smirking.
“I guess we couldn’t get rid of the habit, because somebody used to dress us a long time ago,” Pimp said, a backwards baseball cap covering her short styled hair with one side covering her left eye.
“I will never catch up to that hair of yours,” Julius said, staring into Luminae’s amber eyes, and running a finger across her golden hay colored hair.
“Whatever, Julius,” Luminae gave him a small shove.
“I see you lost my fucking sword,” Pimp said, referring to his katana. Cindy popped out of the apartment, with a jacket over her burgundy tanktop.
“Cindy, you shouldn’t be out here, this is dangerous,” Pimp suggested.
“No, let her stay, she is safe with me here,” Vicious said.
“Ok, whatever you say, stud,” Pimp said. A girl dressed in a blue hoody, some blue jeans, and a pair of light blue and white Plumas approached them. She was holding a blue suitcase, and she had a hood over her long black hair.
“Who’s that?” Vicious 2 asked.
“That’s Blue, a really good friend of Sindalla,” Luminae explained. Blue took the hood off of her head, exposing her dark brown eyes, and chubby cheeks that were so tempting to squeeze.
“She manages our weapons,” Pimp said.
“Could we go somewhere and sit down, this suitcase is pretty heavy,” Blue said.
“I’ll get that,” Vicious 2 grabbed the suitcase, as they headed to the boiler room of the apartment.

Blue sat her backpack on the table, and took four boxes out of it. Vicious 2 watched as she handed two of the boxes to Pimp and Luminae.
“There are ten clips each containing fifteen rounds, sorry that’s all that I could fit. The bullets are just so big,” Blue explained. Vicious 2 laid the suitcase on the table, peering at the bullets in the clips.
“What do the bullets contain? Vicious 2 asked “
“It’s a silver explosive round, modified into a hollow point round,” Blue explained.
“Sounds destructive, but I don’t think it will be enough to defeat someone like Malkav or Valentin,” Vicious 2 said.
“We’ll have to try,” Luminae said.
“Pull out the heat, kid,” Pimp said. Blue opened the suitcase, showcasing three chrome pistols.
“Pimp, we will start off with you,” Blue pulled out a silver Ruger P89.
“This weapon was modified for your clips, and it fires accurately enough for you, and it’s compact,” Blue explained. She then handed Luminae a chrome and black Glock 30.
“Something different from the berretta, I thought I would let you try out a Glock,” Blue, said giggling.
“Looks good, but you know you will have to customize it for me,” Luminae said.
“I know, that’s just a sample, both of your customized final products will arrive in the mail at your mansion,” Blue said.
“Cool,” Pimp said, loading her weapon. Blue takes the final pistol, and hands it to Vicious 2.
“This is yours. I have heard so much about you from the girls, and the girls told me that you pack .50 AE desert eagles, so I put together a modified version of it,” Blue said.
“You widened the chamber, and made a ridged handle for a better grip. You also shaped the clips, making it impossible for the gun to jam at all,” Vicious 2 said.
“Yes of course, but you forgot the brand new trigger feature I added. Turn on the safety,” Blue said. He clicked the safety and the hammer of the gun clicked twice.
“Now that is true firepower,” Blue smiled.
“Thanks,” Vicious 2 said. Blue nodded as Pimp slid a credit card to her.
“Splurge all you want,” Luminae said.
“Thanks girls, bye,” Blue said, as she took her leave.
“Nice kid,” Vicious 2 said, staring back at the girls.

After residing back into his home, Julius went out by himself to dinner, or was he alone? He hopped into his black Lexus, and cruised through the dark night. The trees looked like waving monsters, succumbing to the winds gusty wrath. The moon was back to its normally bright self, and the shine made Julius look like he was driving a vehicle made of black latex. He parked in front of the valet, and hopped out wearing a black button up shirt like his father’s only his was a little smaller and tighter. He was also draped in himself in a pair of tight black pants with some jet black timberland boots.
“Hey, Edward,” He greeted his redheaded lover, with bright yellow eyes, and kissed the lover’s coke bottled figure.
“Hi Hi, Ju Ju,” A girl with short red orange even flowing hair said. She was dressed in a white care bears t-shirt, and some black jean shorts.
“I missed you,” Julius said, kissing Edward’s lips.
“Missed you too,” Edward jumped up and down, with both her hands on his shoulders.
“How is your grandmother doing?” Julius asked, entering the restaurant with her sitting on his shoulders. She covered his eyes, and they stumbled into the host.
“She’s fine fine, she just keeps talking about how she used to be with Faye Faye,” Edward said. Julius hopped up, and carried her to their reserved table, after apologizing to the chubby host.
“That’s nice, Ed,” Julius said. Edward hopped on the table, and crawled over to him.
“I love you, Ju Ju,” Edward kissed his lips.
“I love you too,” Julius pulled out a small black box.
“Will you…” Glass shattered, and Julius hopped on top of Ed, defending her. He was then grabbed by the back of his neck, and lifted up.
“Hello, Julius,” Malkav said, and he kicked Ed in the face, knocking her unconscious.
“What do you want from me?” Julius asked, angrily. Malkav smiled, and drew his casull. The people in the restaurant stormed out, fearing for their lives, as gunshots were fired.

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