Part 4 Previously... The four friends have found their powers to be extraordinary and strange. As the waves of enemies attacked that small house, their powers revealed themselves to their hosts. Complete decimation ensues as the army of mutants and zombies are destroyed in a gory bloodbath of severed limbs and splattered gore. One remaining enemy is given a cure to the plague that cursed him. But this individual is someone that Ems knows. Ems: “mustard?! What the hell?” Mustard: *dazed* “Ugh... what the... what... what happened? I feel like someone just hit me in the head with a truck.” (MOL looks at him with a guilty look on his face.) MOL: “Sorry. You were kinda a super strong zombie. We had to.” Mustard: “I believe you. Just a bit dazed.” Ems: “What do you remember?” (Mustard retells the story of how he and his partner were called to investigate the alarms.) Mustard: “We got to the room and we found that it had been broken into. Not forcefully. Someone had high enough access clearance to get in. I assume it was you?” Ems: *looking sheepish* “Yeah. Sorry. I couldn’t let the facility launch those nuclear weapons. We’re trying to create world peace, but instead we’re creating world war 5.” Mustard: “I figured that. I didn’t agree with the facility either. The only problem is... we’re all fugitives from justice now.” (As the weight of that fact sunk in amongst the members of the group, a serious tone came over the group.) Zbruh: “I know I was an asshole. I’m sorry about that. But we have to stop these guys. If they launch these nuclear weapons, then we’re all dead.” Mustard: “There’s another problem.” Ems: “That facility isn’t the only one that’s out there.” Adidas: “Shit.” Ems: “Yeah. Big problem. Since I have captains clearance, I know when they’re supposed to launch the rest of the nuclear weapons.” MOL: “When?” Ems: “We have one week.” Mustard: “Holy fu-“ *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* (The group looks towards the horizon as three glowing orange lines streak through the dark sky followed by trails of black smoke.) Adidas: “Oh no.” Ems: “They launched early...” Zbruh: “THIS IS YOUR FAULT. IF YOU HAD’NT MESSED WITH THEIR WEAPONS, THEY WOULD’NT HAVE LAUNCHED!!” Ems: “I didn’t know... I... what have I done...” (Ems falls to her knees on the burnt and battered dirt. A single tear makes a grimy path down her dirt streaked face from the fighting. As the group watches, they hear an explosion, and then they feel the shockwave. Again. Again. Again.) Mustard: “No... no we can’t give up now. Not now. We can stop the others before they attack. We can beat them!!” Ems: *points towards the sky* “It’s too late. We’re all dead.” (They look up for the last time to see three more arcs racing through the sky. Their orange light illuminates the ground around them as the three nuclear missiles streak towards the group.) Zbruh: “Nice knowing you fellas. See you in hell.” Darkness “Shit!” (Ems wakes up. Not where they were. Her eyes greet her with a white light. A void of nothingness. Blue lights flash around her as she floats in the strange realm.) Ems: “Where am I? What is this place?” ???: “Welcome to the realm of light traveller.” Ems: “Who the hell are you? Where are my friends? What have you done with them?” ???: “One question at a time please?” Ems: “Where am I?” ???: “The... realm of light? I already said that.” Ems: “Damn it I know that! But what is this place?” ???: “The realm of light...” Ems: *facepalm* “Well then who are you?” ???: “I am the light of this place and the death of those who try to invade it. I am the only one who saw the world for what it truly was. Hateful. Violent. I am the one who created peace without calamity. They call me deatheater.” (The voice that is called “deatheater” echoes through the very existence of the white walled realm of light. Ems tried to keep some the sense of panic that rises up in her throat.) Ems: “Where are my friends you piece of...” Deatheater: “Right here.” (Adidas, Mustard, Zbruh, and MOL materialize in front of Ems.) MOL: “Hey! How’s it going?” Adidas: “What is this place?” Zbruh: “It’s the epitome of boring.” Adidas: “I could’ve guessed that.” Ems: *relieved* “I thought you all were dead. After the nuclear weapons launched...” Zbruh: “hey look! I told you I’d see you all in hell!” Adidas: “we aren’t in hell idiot. We’d all be burning alive.” Zbruh: “maybe we’re all in heaven!” Adidas: “sorry but I don’t think you’d qualify for heaven.” Zbruh: “... well maybe this is hell then?” Deatheater: “It is neither heaven, nor hell. You are all still very much alive. You are in the realm of light. A dimension that exists for all who have been cursed by the forlorn. If you die in the real world, your bodies will be sent back to this realm to regenerate.” Ems: “that’s so freaking cool.” Zbruh: “I second that.” Adidas: “so... we’re invincible now?” Deatheater: “I wish it was that simple...” (The scenery around them starts to morph and shift as color invades the groups eyes. A field of lush green foliage and tall, branching trees is the view that greets them.) Deatheater: “you are here for a reason. This is where you start. This is where it all started....” (The scene taking place shows a man. A Knight of old. Donned with full armor and a broadsword in his hand.) Deatheater: “Fredrick the forlorn. The legendary knight. Never before spoken of. Never known of. His blood was cursed by the witches. Cursed to produce curses if in contact with other humans. They cast this spell upon him. And told him to kill him self in this very field.” (As death is talking, the man starts taking off the armor that protected himself. After getting it off, he took his sword, put the hilt to the ground, and fell upon it. Blood gushed as the man started violently coughing up blood upon the now red grass.) Deatheater: “the only way you can achieve true death is to have your powers removed form you body.” MOL: “that won’t happen anytime soon.” Deatheater: *looking at MOL mornfully* “His death was necessary in the formation of what is known here as ‘forlorn.’ Or in your world, unstable radiation. The blood morphed with the curse to spread his remnants throughout the corners of the earth. Everything that you see, is a part of him.” Zbruh: “so the food that we eat and the things we see are all... him?” Ems: “ew.” Adidas: “no kidding. That’s pretty weird.” Deatheater: *ignoring the complaints* “His blood, when electrified at a certain level, will be converted into forlorn. Which is what we use to create our guardians of the earth....” (Death suddenly appears for the first time. He is a man with a black cloak and bright eyes like the sun. His presence sends a chill through the endless space as he descends towards them. He stares at the group for a few seconds, and then looks down. Dejected.) Ems: *looks around* “where are the other guardians?” (Death just shakes his head as another scene opens up before them. This time, a battle. Monsters of old and guardians fight on a great battlefield. One by one the guardians fall. One has his throat ripped out by a gargoyle. Another gets beaten to death with his arm, ripped off by an ogre. And yet another screams in agony as he melts from the heat of a dragons breath.) Deatheater: “you are earth’s last hope. You are all that’s left... Go. Destroy the nuclear weapons. And then I have more work for you when you return. There is a much greater evil that plagues this world.... And you must stop it.” END OF PART 4 Follow the tags for more!