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| [Mild Language] [WIP]AU: The Fall of Mac Stealth; Written for kicks. | |||
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| Post #1 Jul 19 2014, 10:04 PM | Lash | ||
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"I heard rumors you were active in Sharo. We spent months tracking you down. Even when we knew you'd holed up, it was a hell of a fight to get past all those-" James swallowed. "- gentlemen. Of course that was a trap. And of course we knew where you'd really be... back where it all started." Mac smirked. "Humans are all the same. They are creatures of routine and habit. They lack hindsight and foresight. They always repeat themselves. They never learn." James put his arm out, as if to hold Mac back. "... here in space, where the Warrior of Chaos rose and fell like Icarus. Like Phaėton, you started on a similar ascent. You wanted to become like Exa, no, more than he. You dove in, far above your abilities and knowledge. You were proud and haughty." "You, too will fall." Mac said. "Enough have been hurt by you. It's time to put an end to this madness. The stage is set, the players are here, all that remains is the final scene." "Let's dance." said Max. James knew all their moves. After all, he'd been Original Mac's companion for years, his comrade in arms, his partner in crime. Heck, James taught Mac everything he knew - how to fight, how to think, how to act. The preparation was worthless. Max moved fast - faster than James thought. Max didn't waste time, didn't do anything flashy. Efficiency was key. Max reached to his side, as if to grab a sword. Then he swung his arm, as if to slash. His wrist flicked as his thumb hit a switch. A blue flame of light shot out, hissing, lashing towards Mac's groin. Continuing the momentum, Max pivoted, raising a leg as he spun, a devestating kick aimed at James. Mac grimaced, too slow to react in time. James leaned back, ducking the kick. But James couldn't dodge the sword. Max sailed into the air, twisting his body in a ninja strike. His arm came down, sword in hand, blade dangerously approaching the blue-jacketed boy's eye. James felt blood across his cheek, an inch to the left of his eye. "I know all your moves." Max said, focusing on his other opponent. "I read you like a telegraph." Mac raised a finger in defiance. "Read this!" Max didn't flinch, didn't have to. Another stroke of his thumb was all he needed. Time seemed to slow. A bullet raced from the tip of Mac's finger, gliding through the air, aimed squarely for Max's eye. As it drew close, almost touching, a red dome formed, the edge barely covering the eye. A rod travelled from the center to Max's hand. The fabric buckled, but didn't give in. Max moved fast, pointing his umbrella at his attacker's mouth. A yellow beam shot out from the center, striking the black jumpsuited warrior (Mac). James lunged forward, a sword in hand. Murder was on his mind; his strike was aimed for the spinal section. He would have hit, too, if Max hadn't moved. Max had moved, forward, darting left of Mac. Only his arm remained behind, snaking around Mac's neck, the umbrella gone. Max raised his other arm as he pivoted, placing Mac in the perfect stranglehold position. A human meatshield. Max threw Mac forward, into the path of the sword. "Idiot." James had started to lower the sword, but even then, the blade caught on Mac's chest. Mac crashed to the ground, the blade ripping free with a spatter of blood. "You can't defeat me. You can't kill me. I'm already dead." Max walked over the fallen Mac, a hand gripping on James' collar. "I told you." Max punched James in the stomach. "All you do is annoy me. Always have." "Always will." James said, spitting. Max wiped his face with the back of his right hand. Then he drew it back, and hit James in the jaw. "Mac this, Mac that. I always heard you, your high pitched voice always annoying. You always pretended to be the grown up. Yet here you are, like a baby clinging to a friend. Pathetic." Max let go his grip. "Pathetic." Max's next punch sent James flat on his back. "Don't bother following me. It's over." Max turned away. "You're running out of ink." Max walked into the distance. ![]() ![]() ![]() "He's gone." The voice was James, kneeling beside Mac. His hands cradled Mac's face. A drop of liquid fell from James' face. "It's over." Mac looked up, eyes passing James, into the stars above. He opened his lips, but no words came out. "Mac..." James whispered, brushing Mac's cheek. "... come back to me." Mac's head turned, eyes on the blue ocean below. "I can't live without you, Mac." Mac whispered, his voice distant. "I know." "Mac..." James voice was pleading. His shoulders, his lips twitched. His eyes shimmered with tears. "Mac..." Mac looked into James' eyes. "Mac..." "James." "Don't... leave me." Mac coughed, hacking up blood. "Mac... no..." Mac's lip formed a weak smile. "... I'll always... be... with... you..." "No.... you can't die..." Mac's eyes looked in to the beyond. His body went limp. His eyes closed. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC!" James was crying, weeping now. James raised Mac's head to his chest, wrapping Mac in his arms. "Mac..... Mac, no.... God, no... Please..." Mac's eyes opened, faintly. "Please... Mac..." "I'm... sorry..." Mac croaked. "Mac..." James stroked Mac's cheek. "James..." Mac's eyes closed again. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" James reached under, picked Mac up in his arms. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" All of humanity's loss, fears, defeats were expressed on James face. Agony, pain... words couldn't describe the whole of his emotions. Not even his howls could. "WHYYYYYYYYYY?" Mac's eyes opened. "Silly." Mac scolded. He reached up, his left hand touching James' jaw. "You silly." James' jaw dropped. "Mac?" "I'm... right here. Always." Mac smiled. Mac slipped out, standing to face James. "You can't kill me. I'm the hero." "Maaaac!" Mac spread his arms wide. ![]() ![]() ![]() Mac and James stood back to back, arms akimbo, ready. Around them, the remains of fallen viruses. Picks, hands, disembodied limbs, guns, smoking unidentifiable objects. A unicycle with burning wheels charged Mac. It shouldn't have bothered. Mac was a wizard; he effortlessly dispatched the attacker. He barely had to raise a finger. A small bullet met the maddened motorized maniac. A tiny explosion took place. The attacker melted up in smoke. "When we get out of here, we should get a place. I'm tired of being rootless." Mac said, shifting his stance. The cold barrel of a gun stared at James. All five barrels. A gatling gun head on a tripod, without sensors, without eyes. A mindless attacker. "Yeah." said James said, flicking his wrist. A metal disc flew out, striking the gun as it started to spin. The tripod collapsed. The disc returned - on a string - into James' outstretched hand. "You think the way I do." "I've been around you too long." Mac dryly said. "You're rubbing off on me." A yellow helmet peeked at Mac. The green plus sign on it was faded, the helmet dented and scratched. It was like a metal pith helmet. It showed its true form when the helmet tilted back, revealing the large eyes of the metenna. Mac sighed, stepped forward, and kicked it into the air. It was no larger than a rabbit. A gun formed in his hand as he raised it. He fired. "This is starting to get monotonous." James complained. Mac smirked. "With me around, how could you ever be bored?" Mac reloaded his gun. "We should open a business. Exterminators." James suggested. Mac turned to face James. "You think?" "Elimination Inc. Hitmen with the most bang for your buck." Mac winked. "Turn me on, baby." James frowned. "Hey, I love you, man. No homo." Mac said. James' frown deepened. Mac raised his hands in a conciliatory manner. "As much as I like the idea of sexing myself... we need to establish our future." James said, raising a finger. "And there's a threat... right there." Mac whirled. ![]() ![]() ![]() The Warrior of Chaos. A boy, then a man. Dead, alive, and dead again. Yet here he stood in regal glory, fresh faced and in perfect form. Mac cursed. Mac's gun hand shook. The Warrior of Chaos, Exa. Moonlight reflected off his black mane. His hair fell around his face like rain, though patches raised rebellion and stood up to the sky. His lips were radiant peach, light almost pulsing from them. His eyes had a purple tinge, but were quickly growing to crimson. Despite his small frame, he seemed huge. His bearing was regal. His clothing... was not. Exa was clad in rags, wrapped in a layered, netted pattern. Patches of skin showed beneath - red tattoos and script fading in and out. A red lily was in his hair, accentuating his pale skin. James' eyes narrowed. "How..." Exa didn't respond. Mac slowly lowered his gun. "Now how did you get here...?" James stepped forward, placing an arm to block Mac's chest. He pushed Mac behind him. James stepped closer to the newcomer, the mysterious Exa. "Just..." James began. He never finished the sentence. A sword cut through Exa, glowing yellow, spearing him through. Exa didn't react. Couldn't. Didn't have time to. Because Exa exploded. It was a glorious explosion. Like a hundred fireworks going off at once, a psychadelic flash of colors. Red, white, black, blue, green; the area shook under the awe of the show. It was blinding. It was totally... ... dazzling. When the light show faded away, Max was standing there, sword in the left hand. "Iiiiiidiots." Max said, drawing out the word. Mac's eyes narrowed. "How..." The greatest opponent they'd ever faced, gone in a flash. It was unbelievable. "... the hell..." James said, face tightening. Max smiled. "You wonder how that could happen? How I could just waltz through what you struggled to fend off?" Max smile turned wider, more toothy. "I know all your fears. I conquered them. While you idiots were disturbing the natives, it didn't take much..." Mac shook his head, slightly. "I don't get it." "You'll get... this!" Max's sword disappeared as Max raised both hands. Two bolts shot out, sizzling blue, striking the duo in a blink of an eye. "I'm better than you." James took the worst of it, his eyes closing and staying closed. Black marks splashed across his face. Mac had it easier - he was only struggling to control his arm... his gun arm. "You're pathetic. You talk of friendship and the power of bonds..." Max started, leaping towards James. Max drew an arm back, fist formed and ready. "... it's a load of crap!" Max landed on James' chest, weight and momentum sending James over. Already straddling James, Max unleashed the punch. "I've had enough of your crap!" More punches hailed down, slamming rhythmically. "Enough of it. Enough! The only power is within! You're weak! Pathetic! I expected better!" James couldn't reply. Mac did. With a gun. It was smoking still when Max looked up. "Shut up." Mac said, his voice a growl. Mac didn't have time to do anything else. Max launched up like a wave, a hand sweeping around Mac's throat. The momentum and sudden attack carried Mac over. Max drew a fist. Max's fists rained down on Mac. "You're pathetic. You're not even half the man I was. You're a crappy copy created by a broken program. You have no right to speak. No right to live. You're not like me at all." Mac drew a painful smile. "You're right." And then he faded into nothingness. "I know when to quit." Max stood up, turning attention to James. "Get up, let's finish this like men." Max kicked at James' ribs. "Stop being a pussy." James grimaced. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Max extended a hand, and pulled James up. "Show me what you're really capable of..." James' eyes narrowed. "... Kazuki." Revelation flashed in James' eyes. In an instant, James brought a knee into Max's stomach, followed by a kick to Max's knee. "Let's see who really is the heir." James growled. "Hand to hand, fist against fist. Forget stupid transformations and pussy crutches. Let's do this." James lashed out, fist blocked by Max's fist. James swung his left leg for a high kick - as Max swung the left leg high. The two shots landed as one. James brought his leg down, swung his elbow. Max matched him. James and Max had identical looks of focus. "Don't pull any punches." James brought up his right knee, clashing with Max's. James pushed, sending Max stepping backward. Max lauched into the air. "Count on it." Max leg reached out, a perfect scissor kick aimed at James head. James ducked, moving forward, barely avoiding Max's landing. James whirled as Max did, swinging a right fist. Their blows connected with ribs. Max grunted. James gasped. Max drew back to headbutt - as James' head came towards. The heads collided with a crack. James stumbled back, holding a hand to his eye. Max glowered and panted. James took his hand from his eye in time to see Max's boot. James flopped, head bouncing off the ground. Max landed on top, legs in a perfect kicksplit. Neither moved. James raised an arm, shoved Max aside, and rolled. Max rolled, standing up first. Max greeted James with a right hook, a straight, another hook. James reeled back, chest heaving. Then James launched forward, arms wrapping around Max's waist. The momentum carried them both to the ground. James straddled Max, raining down fists of fury. Then Max reached up, and pulled James down. Their noses touched. James pulled his head back to headbutt. Max raised a knee, knocking James off. Then Max rolled, on top of James. The tables had turned. Max pounded until fists were heavy and James' jaw was concrete. Max slowly drooped, finally sagging across James. A minute passed, maybe more. James pushed upwards, raised Max, and then rolled. Max hit the ground limply. James moved into a kneeling position. "Hrrugh. I guess... I truly am better..." Max didn't respond. James stood up. "Is... that all?" He said with a heaving chest, struggling for breath, struggling to stay concious. "Seriously..." Max pushed into a kneeling position, painfully slowly. Then Max stood up. "... we're just getting started." Max growled. ![]() ![]() ![]() "... let's take this... to the next level. Cards." Max's eyes narrowed at the offer. Then, Max's shoulder relaxed as Max stuck out a fist. James bumped it. Each stepped back, not one, but ten paces. They stared into each other, searching their souls. James extended his right hand, palm opened and raised. A blue-bladed sword appeared as he closed his hand around it. His chest rose and fell as he brought the blade vertical, fortifying his grip with a second hand. He titled his head forward, parallel to the blade's diagonal. Max didn't wait. Max released a purple stream into the air, and lumbered towards James. "Equals, huh?" James had a weak grin. "Smart." Max stopped, just out of reach. Max cocked back an arm as if to throw a punch. A drill started to form. Max stepped forward, unleashing a superman punch of cartoon proportions. The fist turned into a drill, spinning rapidly, aimed for James' heart. James extended the blade, angling for Max's heart. They both froze on contact; unable to move, trapped. The drill kept spinning, the blade stayed there, unleashing havoc on their bodies. At least the tips were. "Paralyze plus..." Max mouthed. "I knew it." James mouthed back. Then they pulled back, the weapons disappearing. James swung into a high kick pose, leg flicking impossibly fast. One, two, three hits. Max's eyes closed, fists cocked, arm swinging out. A red, firey glove formed mid-swing. The punch landed, painfully, on James' outstretched knee. James flinched as he brought his leg down, stumbling as he moved backward. Max lunged forward, hands raised above head. The glove was gone. A giant hammer appeared, the handle in his hands. He brought the hammer down in a swing worthy of Thor. And hit only air. James wasn't there, only a thin outline of him. He was stepping aside, stepping behind Max. James stretched out an arm, bright yellow sword in hand, delivering a passing slash to Max's back. Max froze, unable to move. "Striker's edge." James said, stepping forward. He paused to catch his breath. James slashed again. "That's for Mac..." James said, winding up to vertically slash. He didn't get the chance to strike again. Max spun around, a giant blade in hands. The momentum sent James flying through the air. ![]() ![]() ![]() "And with you gone, so are the chains of my past. I am free to make my own destiny now!" "Not so fast." Max looked over his shoulder. A revolver was poked into his back, held by the blond-haired, baby-faced Mac. "I was waiting for you." Max slowly reached for the sky. "Oh?" "Yeah." Max said, snapping an elbow back, smashing into Mac's chin. Whirling, Max kicked Mac's ankle, sending the black-jumpsuited child warrior to the ground. Max slammed a foot into the fallen fighter's chest, grinding for good measure. Then Max leaned in, putting full weight into it. "I knew you'd pull this stunt. I would have. You... and I, we are alike. Yet I am superior." Mac gritted his teeth. "Idealistic, naive, easily duped. Weak, pathetic, fragile. It's your lucky day; I'll let you fight for your life." Max took the foot off Mac's chest, stepping back. "Maybe you'll be more of a challenge than your pathetic friend." Max paused, kicking the gun from Mac's hand. "I doubt it." Mac turned his head. "Feeling cowardly? I'll put you down like the dog you are." Max goaded. Max stepped back further, an injector appearing in hand. Max plunged it into her- his? - arm, and pressed the plunger. "And I'm only at half-power..." Max said. A smile slowly spread across Max's lips. "You don't know what power is." Mac said, reaching out a hand as if to touch the distant, crumpled form of James. "Power is about connection to friends and the world around you... it doesn't derive from inside, it's from the ones that matter to you." Max shrugged, tossing the empty injector. "Are you grounded in reality, or should I just terminate... Will you offer any resistance?" Mac sat up, pushed down, adjusted into a squatting position, and then sprang up. "I'll crank it up to 11! Star Break Pegasus!" Shimmering snowflakes danced around Mac's body, travelling from his feet to head, forming a glorious cocoon. It solidified, and then burst, sending snow like confetti in a blinding flash. Mac experimentally made a fist. He'd changed, now. He had an azure jumpsuit, flowing white hair, and silver bracelets on his wrist. Wings of ice were forming on his back as he faced his opponent, smacking a fist into his hand. "I'll smash you... with Warrior Soul." Max threatened, reaching for his hip. A holster appeared, a gun inside, as his fingers slid into position. A quick jerk, and Mac was staring at the gun's barrel. Mac flicked a finger. The end of the world could not have been as spectacular. The ground shook as something pierced from below, the sky cracking and groaning. Then, almost in a blink, a spire of ice shot upwards, forming around Max. Mac raised his hands in the air, ice forming from his fingertips, shaping a huge blade of ice between them. He brought it down, slicing through the spire, catching on Max's shoulder, breaking. A cold mist escaped from the break point. And then Max sprang forward, through the ice like fog. A yellow blade in hand, Max leapt past the winged warrior, delivering a slash in passing. "Idiiiiot." Max said, turning. Mac turned, pressing a hand to his left side. Already, a red stain was spreading, the pale blue cloth become a sick purple. Mac growled. Max twirled the blade. "You can't stop me." Mac raised his shattered blade, gripping it with both hands, smearing blood on his hands. "Wrong." "Watch." Max said, unleashing a horizontal slash. Mac moved his blade to catch, shattering on the block's impact. Mac stumbled back, sporting a new cut on the thigh. "I'll leave you to die with your friend..." Max hissed. ![]() ![]() ![]() "Friends, actually." Mac said, pointing at Max. Max whirled to face the new threat. There was nobody- - and by the time Max had turned back, two newcomers stood next to Mac. To Mac's left, a goat on hind legs. It looked... ticked off. To Mac's right, a blue-armored, visored, helmeted figure with a sword in place of his right hand. Max didn't have time to react. Goatman was in front of him instantly, already swinging a punch towards Max. And then a second. And then a third. The goatman disappeared, just in time for the blue swordsman to blast past Max, sword arm extended, leaving a bloody cut in his wake. He too disappeared. "I'm not alone." Mac said, hurling the shattered ice sword behind him. A syringe appeared in his right hand. He plunged it into his thigh, into the cut. He pushed down the plunger. "And I'm just getting started." The syringe emptied, Mac jerked it out, tossing it aside. Max sneered, clicking something on his sword's handle. The sword disappeared as Max drew his right hand back. A flick of the wrist, and a whip shot out of the handle, snapping at Mac's side with a crack. Mac flinched, yelping. Max clicked the handle again and lunged forward, extending the arm as if to skewer. The sword blade appeared as he stabbed, the blade catching Mac in his injured side. "That is not a recover injection. This is!" Max said, the sword disappearing. Max clicked the handle into place on his belt, unhooking a syringe. "Recover 300!" Max injected the syringe into his neck, a scream of pain and ecstasy escaping his lips. "These are nanobots. Those are knockoffs." Max jerked out the syringe, discarding it. "You're in no shape to face my true form!" Max sneered. Already, his visible wounds were disappearing, stained cloth returning to normal, cuts and tears repairing. Mac had one word. "Crap." Edited by Lash, Sep 23 2014, 03:40 PM.
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