By The WeatherMan 0 Comments
I put this up a long time ago, this is a prologue to a book that I hope to someday finish. I have edited this prologue many times, make it a little less gruesome and give the characters a little more dialogue and exposition. Please comment.
Remember The Fallen.
“NO!!” – He was screaming at the top of his lungs in pure desperation and angst, “It’s a trap! Get out! Fall back!!! Everyone fall back!” But his words were of no use to the other allies.
The Order of Heroes was being disintegrated from all sides in an epic massacre of the skies. He was their relentless leader, Titan, trapped in an unbreakable psyonic cage, from which he was forced to watch as his comrades were being made into victims of the climactic battle. The Sinister Society blocked all exits, forcing the Order to become surrounded on top of the giant space ship, with an overwhelming number of revenge and blood hungry villains attacking relentlessly. The greatest heroes on Earth were on the verge of being defeated.
“Redevolt had planned our demise so precisely, so perfectly…” The Titan could not help but to admit the hellish genius of his arch nemesis.
He cocked back his huge silver fists and began to hammer away at the psyonic cage. The blows that could have shattered Mount Everest did not create a single dent in his cage of torment. He was hanging in mid-air right above where all the massacre of his own Order of Heroes was taking place. His heart was being ripped apart by the vile screams of the people that he called family and friends even before he had formed The Order of Heroes. The eyes that had never felt anything wet before were now pouring tears that came from the wounds inside his soul. He did not want to see the massacre that was happening on the spaceship that Redevolt had created exactly for this battle, but he could do nothing else. He crumbled on his knees, the leader of the most elite and most powerful.
Titan’s tears were now reaching the floor as he was kneeling down and hammering at the walls again. He knew that there was no way to escape the psyonic prison, but something inside him refused to give up trying.
“No… Flare, Deathwish, Icicle, The Rocket, Android, Wolfman, Nature-girl, Rubber man, Destructo, Lady Sting… Diamond…” – he was recalling the names as he saw their last efforts slain in vain. The heroes were being devastated and only their costumes and masks were left engraved in his memory. They were the people that continuously saved each other’s lives and kept the hopes of the people of Earth alive. They were brothers and sisters to him. Diamond also was the mother of his child… And he could do nothing but watch her struggle for her life against the bloodthirsty horde of villains. Every blow dealt made the situation become more hopeless. He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t. The horror glued all of his attention on the macabre scene. If only he could get free…
The massacre was short but in the eyes of the Titan it seemed to last an excruciating forever. His mental state had been completely shattered, his calmness evaporating, with his eyes glued to the scene, unable to blink away from the terror. He wanted to rip his ears out so he wouldn’t have to hear any of their screams. He wanted to render himself blind so he wouldn’t have to watch this anymore. All of their hard work to protect and prevent the villains from spreading their control over the Earth was being killed and thrown off the ship.
“Titan… Titan hold on I’m coming…” – the words of slight hope were carried by the wind into Titan’s prison. He turned and saw his best friend and sidekick, Spartus, rushing through a huge crowd of the fighting heroes and villains.
“Hold on… I’m going to let you…” – the young hero never got finish his phrase, as a psyonic blade was struck right through him. Spartus slowly slid down the blade with colorless eyes staring down Titan’s dying hope.
“I did promise you the head of your sidekick on a silver platter when I finally defeat your rag-tag band of heroes… And you know I always keep my promises,” A frighteningly calm voice was coming from a tall man dressed in sharp black tuxedo with matching leather shoes. Behind him a crimson cape weaved in the winds of high altitude.
He took out the psyonic sword from the dead body of Spartus. After making sure that the Titan was watching by giving him a sleazy look, he struck the sword again into the dead corpse of Spartus.
“No silver platter, but I think this will do, won’t you agree?” The voice of the evil maniac remained as cold blooded as his murder.
“Why did you do this? We used to… You’re insane… You’re mad, you are so very mad…” Titan’s words were of a scared and a broken down man. He could barely comprehend what he was doing, as his mind was already crumbling and collapsing, creating chaos in itself.
“Yes, I am, thank you. And soon you will be too, old friend.” Redevolt’s answer was in a completely casual manner. He turned around and sent a psyonic blast that landed in the back of one of the still remaining heroes, making her stagger and fall. Titan’s eyes only grew wider as he witnessed a group of killers jump on top and mercilessly finish the heroine off .
Redevolt let go of the psyonic cage and watched as the mighty Titan crawled out on all fours, like a helpless baby, silently weeping over the dead copse of his sidekick. He heard footsteps coming in closer on him from all sides of the giant battleship, sounding like gongs from the Angel of Death. Titan looked up, managing to breathe inconsistently and heavily. He saw hundreds of blurred out faces staring him down without remorse with each one of them being more vicious than the other. He felt weak but still tried to get up. His efforts were stopped short by a psyonic wave from Redevolt.
“Ah… No. Relax. We’re about to end your misery.” The coldness and cunning that was coming from Redevolt was inhuman.
“Did I not promise to bring down the mightiest to his knees?! Did I not promise you to bring triumph and victory to every single one of you?!” Redevolt riled the crowd, as the grunts and cheers blended into a bloodthirsty roar that frightened Titan for the first time.
Redevolt kneeled down to the Titan and grabbed his chin, while looking the tortured man squarely in the eyes with the gaze of a deeply satisfied devil.
“See, everything is just like I promised to you, old friend. I asked you to join me before all of this started, but you decided to play the hero. I can’t believe we used to share a room together.” Titan could feel Redevolt’s breath on his face as he weekly lay on the cold floor. He was beaten down without receiving a single punch.
“Diamond… You used to love her Red… We would argue over her… How…” Titan did not even try to hold himself up, his voice frail and broken. It was straining him greatly just to speak.
“I never loved.” Redevolt’s lips curved downwards, his face cringed in hatred.
“That’s not true Red…” Titan whispered while endlessly searching in the eyes of Redevolt for a spark of humanity.
“…I stopped being pathetic when you two got your first date. Love only distracted you from things that are actually important.” He slapped the Titan in the face, knowing that it would not hurt him, but placing as much malice as he could into it.
“I… can still… win…” Titan whispered while trying to get up off the ground.
“You can still win? Look around you, there is no more Order pawns to hide behind. Earth belongs to us and we will shape its future.”
“How long do you figure you’ll last in that future? With cancer…”
“Shut up!” Another slap to the Titan’s face failed to make Redevolt any better, but at least it had shut up him.
Redevolt used his vast power of telekinesis to lift the Titan up in the air and made him rotate around to see the huge circle of no one else but the villains that he fought against so valiantly.
“Look around, Titan. Every face in here hates every little bit of your guts. They are like starved wolves, hungering for your dead body. I am the leash that is keeping those wolves away from you. One word and each one of them will be more than glad to rip the skin off your bones…” Redevolt was now hissing into the Titan’s ear, like a vile snake.
“But that is my job… Honestly, I wish you could be here, on my side. But this just makes my victory so much sweeter” Redevolt turned the Titan back towards himself and squeezed his fingers into a tight fist.
Titan’s muscles bulked up in resistance to the psychic pressure that was smashing him from all sides, but his face remained completely emotionless, despite the pain that was pressuring his body. The pain from the inside overshadowed the outer suffering like an eclipse.
“You… how can you still resist?!” A struggle could have been heard in the voice of Redevolt, as he used all of his mental power to strangle the emotionless Titan.
Titan looked up despite the pain completely covering him up and shattering him from everywhere. It was as if his mind was separated from his body and both became their own organisms. He saw the death ray past the huge crowd of vile faces with joyous smiles on them, as his remaining senses told him to use it with disregard. His focus returned and he pushed back the invisible pain, managing to break free for a second. The Titan crouched down onto the floor and after putting together every little bit of energy left in his super human body, he launched himself like a missile. He flew past the fiendish crowd, hitting out of the way everyone that was on his path. He pulled back his first punch in the battle, and what was sure to be the final one.
“No…” Redevolt’s scream came from behind the desperate hero.
Titan didn’t care for anything anymore. He landed the hit and watched as the engine reactors started to shatter, creating explosive energy. He fl ew upwards knowing in his half-deranged mind that no one would escape the ship alive. The force field that kept all the heroes on the ship would also keep all the villains on the ship, close enough to be disintegrated by the explosion.
He felt the explosion before he heard the noise, the power of which pushed him higher upwards, his strength allowing him to burst through the force field. He closed his eyes, ready to give in to death, but it wouldn’t come. He heard the terrified screams of all the would-be victors below himself and it rang along his soul like an echo of a funeral bell.
He was falling down, but unlike the rest of the Order, he was falling down alive. He did not see any remains of the Sinister Society among the junk that was flying down with him.
“Dead… Everyone… It shouldn’t have been like this… At least the Earth is safe.” The thoughts of the last standing hero were as disconnected as the parts of the battleship that he fought on.
He landed in what seemed to him was a graveyard. He saw beautiful lights, radiating from all of the dead bodies of the heroes. The magnificent lights flew up and away into the sky, making the only peaceful image in the quiet street. The Titan smiled with lament, his eyes pouring tears while his body continued to shake from the shock. He slowly stood up and looked around.
“No… This isn’t a graveyard… Graveyards are peaceful, this is something much more macabre…” Titan said to himself.
The bodies of his dead fellow heroes were lying all around him, making Titan the center of the atrocious picture. Blood was everywhere Titan tried to look and closing his eyes only seemed to have worse effect on his mind. The bodies were so disfigured that he could not recognize anyone if it wasn’t for the symbols on their costumes.
The normal people that started to come out of the buildings, where they hid away from the battles, interrupted his loneliness. None of them said a word, simply staring in awe.
“Maybe, this is all but a dream… Then why can’t I wake up!?” Titan’s mind was a cascade of emotional extremes that continued to tear apart his psyche. Nobody dared to walk up to him, leaving him absolutely alone amongst the dead.
He flew up and grabbed a huge 18-wheeler that was parked by the nearby coffee shop. After easily ripping off the trailer and putting every hero’s body into it, Titan walked over to the closest alley, which was overshadowed by the darkness inside. He took a daring step into it.
“No more…” His whisper sounded menacing and deranged, as he looked back at all the people that stared at him, frozen in fear. They knew they played no fault in his loss, but the rage that was boiling at the very edge of Titan’s insides was ready to spill out at anything that would give it half a reason.
“No more…” His silhouette disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen or heard again. His child was left on a porch of a house further away from the city. It was a house of an older man and woman, who had no relation to the Titan or any other heroes. On the baby carriage there was left a single note. Some words were scratched on and barely recognizable, some were written diagonally and sideways, most likely evidencing the disappearance of the last bits of Titan’s sanity.