Storm Part Three: Memories

The deluge continued outside. The figure moved his gloved hands over the open mouth of the dragon armrest and continued to follow it up one side and down the other. The black obelisk on the outside hid the truth about what was inside, which could be anything he choose it to be: a desert, an ocean, etc.

Right now it was a command center. His chair was the center of what was going on as several clones and phantasms watched over and worked several dials and controls.

The crimson eyes focused hard on the wide holoscreen in front of him, glued to the screen watching women and children playing in a park. Another screen showed a current battle with Hamidon and another showing a battle of Top Ten fighting an Arch-Villain.

Kunai slowly crept along the wall watching Bzald. A phantasm walked past him and handed something to Bzald.

Kunai slid around the corner. "So, Kunai, are you having fun in my place?" He swirled on his heels, weapons at the ready. Bzald leaned against the wall. Kunai looked back to the console where Bzald had been sitting but saw no one.

"So, Kunai, what brings you here to check up on my place?" His eyes glowed a deeper red. "Well, it doesn’t matter. I might as well invite the rest in. This rain is not good for them, not good at all."

The last comment brought Kunai to study his face. From what little he could see, the red eyes seemed to dim and soften into a sad stare. A small group of heroes entered the room.

WillowWind stared hard at the face of Bzald as the others looked around the room. Tropic noticed that the room seemed to change as they walked towards where Bzald sat with one blood red glove holding his head up.

Miyaka danced around in a very tight fitting cloth-like material that looked like latex but seemed to allow the material to breathe.

Next through the door was Lord Nikon and Tiger. Lord watched WillowWind closely. After hearing what happened he figured she may end up decking him.

Tropic had been on this plane of sentience for a ling time now and had known of the being Bzald for a while as he was sure he knew Tropic was around as well.

After they had seen what Bzald seemed to fear, fears that seemed to seek him out and hang on to him like a cloud. You could see it in his eyes.

Bzald’s eyes regained focus. "I guess you are here to ask why or what happened." His head shook from side to side. "It was raining that day, too."

WillowWind’s eyes seemed to soften. "You cold of told us what happened."
He stood up then, his eyes ablaze. "How could I cause so much pain, so much sorrow? I killed without pause."

She flinched backwards almost stumbling into Miyaka.

He slumped back into his chair. Tropic watched him closely. "So, Bzald, what happened? She would not tell us much."

"Yeah, she’s a lot like that, you know." By that time everyone was sitting. "Ah, a story," Miyaka smiled.

He seemed to think deeply. "It started out easy, the truck jumped up and down over the pothole ridden road as the seven of us were riding in the back.

"Everyone wore the same suit, all that you can tell is that they could be male or female. ‘OK, people, we are approaching the target area. As you know, this is a clandestine job,’ she paused.

"The person across from me wore all black from head to toe and was of average build; could be a scrapper. ‘You will not give your real or superhero names to anyone here, so think of it as a super secret id.’ The suit reflected her sense of humor.

" ‘So we are the Red Spiders Group. The being in front of you is your partner, each group will cover a different part of the village that we are going to’

"We headed to the area of the village we were supposed to investigate. As we crested the hill the village was covered in a deep, eerie green fog.

" ‘ Well, that must be the target there.’ I looked at where he pointed. A bright green came from the center of town.

" ‘Look.’ My hand swept around the top left of the village. We could see several forms moving and could hear shouts.

"We were approaching the city limits. A shambling form moved out from the corner of one of the buildings. The dark form suddenly rushed towards us, it’s red eyes burning with bloodlust.

"My partner sped forward knocking the creature to the ground as he hit the creature with the device that we were given as per our use of no super powers at all.

"The creature slumped next to the wooden fern covered wall. ‘Leave the body alone. Let’s keep moving.’ My buddy looked at me. ‘You’re right, let’s keep looking. How far until we reach target?’

"The device came to life at my side. A map appeared near my left eye. ‘At least 20 more minutes.’ We kept moving from house to house. He paused, held up his hand. I stopped. We both rested on our sides of the wall.

"To the right we could hear several heroes talking about the area and how they did not know what the thing was in the middle.

"We kept moving. The fog seemed to crawl and cling to everything it touched as if it wanted whatever it could find.

"We approached an opening but something was very wrong. Several heroes were down, not moving, and some of our group were there as well.

"Then we noticed the artifact in the middle of the plaza. The deep fog melted into the blood on the floor, the shambling feet, the blasts and the fist of the heroes as they fought the creatures.

"Suddenly the rain started pouring down upon the mangled limbs, the twisted bodies, upon the heroes who’s eyes turned red as they turned on their fellow heroes.

"As more heroes came blasting in to help the others, the rain did not care and, at that moment, neither did I.

"We closed on the artifact. I studied it as we approached. A deep, huge, green crystal seemed to be set in a deep, dark cradle-like device about twice the size as a normal human. Where did it come from?

"It seemed to call us as we approached, offered us power and other things. It was a deep intoxicating feeling.

"I looked over. The other person was no longer a person but a red haze that I must eat. ‘Wait! What…?’ ‘You will eat eat eat them all’

"A flash, my hand slamming into another red form and drawing it’s essence into me.

"Another flash. ‘Yes, eat eat.’ I see another red form screaming as I jumped down upon it.

"I awoke. The dreams, the blood, carnage, laughing skulls attached to skin or…something. I heard something then. I noticed the bed. The room was a blend of magic and tech.

"It seemed to have everything in the world in it; prison crystals that kept people from hurting themselves to tech to scan the brain.

" ‘Where…I’m…I at?’ Whose voice was that? ‘Ah, I see you’re awake. I was afraid that we might have lost you.’

"She stood about five to six feet. ‘My name is Azuria. I see that you’re still not yet fully recovered, give it time. You will notice that your body has changed.’

"She was right. The black body armor that I had on before had changed to blood red organic-like armor.

" ‘We don’t yet know why, except that maybe it had something to do with that artifact.’

"After that I was discharged and I am now the being before you called Bzald." He looked around at them.

"Wow, Miyaka breathed, "so that’s why you didn’t tell us. So, what happened to the artifact?"

"Well…not sure. Amid the confusion it seems that some creature, a different creature, came and got the artifact."

Bzald studied the room and everyone in it. He noticed that some were watching him closely. He could not blame them…could not blame them at all. "I now suspect that the group that we were part of, the ones who hired us, was a group called Anachnos. As for the artifact, I believe that the one it belongs to is a creature of great power that came back for it, but I’m not sure."

Bzald focused for a second and a view of the Nerva Archipelago sprang up. "As you may have noticed, this is Nerva Archipelago. The top northwest area is where the temples are on the island. I now believe that is where I may find some answers to my problems."

"I see." Tropic was smiling. "You know that that area was just now opened to us?"

Lord stood up. "Well, Bzald, I believe that there is where we should go then." Everyone nodded their heads as they headed out the door.
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