Power of the Mind - Children of Chaos

[Doom]

On the door of the room Joseph stood in, there erupted a furious knocking at the door. "Kommandent. There is a seriousss issue that must be dealt withhh." The voice sounded female, but strangely warped.

[Sweetheart]

Joseph sighed. "Fine, come in." yelled the Kommandent.

[Doom]

The door opened, a woman wearing an aqua blue dress stepping inside. She cleared her throat, and spoke in a voice that sounded nothing like the voice behind the door, "Ah, a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Kommandent......A pleasure indeed." She looked through the window, ignoring Joseph, then said, as if speaking to the glass, "Oh, how much nicer the world would be if there was no war. No strife. No fighting...." She silently laughed, then glanced at Joseph, then the Vodka in his hands. "Oh, yes, the business I was moving toward. You see, the pig swell that passes for drink sold by the festive merchants doesn't fit my tastes. British alcoholic drinks are a tad more my taste, but I seek something a little more pungent. A little more extraordinary. Do you perhaps," She pointed at the glass he held, "Have any more of that heavenly brew?" She blinked a few times, then wore an expression that stated she was utterly serious.

~~

"Attention. All personnel. Evacuate immediately." A monotonous voice blared in the halls of the facility. Deafening warning sirens exploded over the facility, red lights glaring in every room. Lance was herding the frantic personnel onto the stairway, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Get to the bottom floor! Board the trains! Hurry!" The stampedes flooded to the doors that led to the stairs, the largest crowd passing by Lance. Lance didn't like panic, as it agitated the inner workings of his mind. Fear tortured him, especially fear of an unknown threat. The enormous flood of panic that swept over the crowds wasn't just palpable to Lance, it was agonizing. He gripped his side as he limped toward the stairs, but he didn't see one person. Hystia. The exceptional pyrokinetic. Where was she? Had she been in the bellowing crowds of escapees? No. Lance took meticulous note over the subjects whose phobias were their own powers. Hystia wasn't in the halls. Lance had to find her. He shouted, "Hystia! Where are you? Hystia!"

[Sweetheart]

Joseph nodded, "Why yes, I have some more. There is always enough vodka." Joseph produced another glass siming out of thin air and gave it to the woman, filling it with vodka beforehand. "As you were saying?."

[Doom]

The woman sipped the vodka, then swallowed fervently. Even if she was tipsy already, she knew that Joseph was expecting her to actually elaborate on what she had said. "Duhhh......Hmm. Where was I?" She swirled the glass in small circles, not spilling a drop. "I....uhh.....ah, yes! You see, I've been thinking lately, and, this is purely a suggestion on my part, that getting Dreamcaster to surrender would be-" she hiccuped, but continued without any slur to her voice, "a great deal less difficult if you tried a different method, as apposed to capturing him while he runs. You see, Dreamcaster is a hard shell with a frozen heart, but he does-" she belched, cleared her throat, then continued, "have one particular thing that he loves beyond everything else, in the whole world." She triumphantly pointed to her face, then said, "That would be me. His little sister. Nothing else more precious in the whole damn world to him. And guess what? He thinks-" She hiccuped again, then continued, "that I'm dead! Isn't that great? You could show him that I'm in your possession, then he'd go down without a fight, and aaaaall the poor freaky people wouldn't have to fight anymore." She grinned brightly before taking another swig of her glass.

[Sweetheart]

Joseph put his hand on his chin, stroking his goatee. "You idea sounds....... intresting. But, I know about family love and if Dreamcaster only has one desire in this world.." he said trailling off. He took another swig of vodka. "Kommandent, the Stealth MiG is prepped for attack." said a voice in Joseph's head. Joseph sat for a moment, seeing the crowds cheering for the glory of the Socialist Party. "Send it, don't kill, just scare." Joseph then turned back to the woman who claimed to be Dreamcaster's sister. "Now," he began his voice showing no emotion, "Give me proof to your claim that you are infact, Dreamcaster's sister, before I decide to kill you where you stand."

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The MiG silently flew over the Spanish countryside before a dot appered on the radar. The pilot ajusted slightly to the right before releasing a PGSM toward the dot. "Slami bo." prayed the pilot in Russian before pulling back to the directed flight path to return to the Ukraine.

[Icara Hytate]

"ALEART! Missile alert! 30 meters and closing!" yelled a speaker in the car. Yuri quickly turned back to Dreamcaster and his pint-sized compainion. "OUT!" yelled Yuri before openning the doors and pushing Dreamcaster out. "10 meters!" yelled again the car. Yuri quickly tucked and rolled out of the car, before the car exploded. Yuri silently stood up and stared at the wreakage.

[Doom]

Dreamcaster tapped his cane on the ground, then scoffed. Through Fix's meticulous vision, he viewed the path of the missile. It hadn't been intended to kill. It was going to slowly for this purpose. Judging from its retraced path, it had been launched from a jet about half a mile to the northeast. The Soviets had done this. Fix scuffled up to the smoldering wreckage, then plucked up a handful of rubble. He examined it closely, then stopped when Dreamcaster flung the rubble at his face. With a sigh, Dreamcaster whispered to Yuri, "Sorry about your Merc. I'm afraid we'll have to travel on foot. We can leave you behind to utter a few words of mourning, if you wish." He motioned for Fix to pick up Loki, and then pointed down the road. He began walking, his servant and Fix shuffling behind.

~~

Fairy choked mid swallow. She coughed, laughing, and managed to stutter a few words, "Oh, you want some proof? Ok, ok, I'll show you!" She finished coughing into her arm, then looked up with a grin that only a drunk could wear. "Ok, wait for it....Wait! This will only take...." She suddenly trailed off, then stared intently at the contents of her glass. Suddenly, she doubled over, gagging and choking as if she had just consumed poison. She coughed and wheezed, until she was ragged, but silent. She panted softly, then the voice behind the door could be heard from her throat. "So, you want to kill meeee? We'll seee who dessserves the privilege, Kommandent......" The skin on her back trembled, then a colossal pair of dragonfly wings suddenly exploded from underneath. Her hands shook, the epidermic warping into a crimson exoskeleton, her nails jutting out and sharpening. Cracking could be heard from her feet as they warped and fused to form a single digit on each foot, the sickly red exoskeleton covering everything up to her ankle. The malicious voice cackled, and Fairy looked up, but her face was now frightening. A pair of mandibles were now hooking forward from her jaw, and her eyes had become those of an insect, glowing a bright yellow. She rapidly clicked the mandibles against each other, then growled low with an exhale. ".....Proof enooough?"

[Sweetheart]

Joseph clapped his hands. "Well, bravo. I must say, this is most impressive, if I may say so myself." Joseph said. Joseph looked a bit closer at the exoskeleton. "Does this 'transformation' hurt?" he asked, sipping another swig of vodka.

[Doom]

"Oh, not in the sssslightest. It's perfectly natural. Yet, there is alwayssss the nagging of morality at the backckck of my mind. My insignificant human half doessss not appreciate my higher understanding of carnaaage. Surely, someone of your rankiiiiing knows what I speak of...." She held up the glass, then chuckled low. "Aw, the sweeeet splendor of a good drinkkkk....." She crushed the glass to dust in her single hand, minuscule shards glittering as they fell from her hand, like sand.

[Sweetheart]

Joseph nodded, looking at the glass dust. "Aw, such a shame, that was a rare glass, imported from Italy. Well, we can always make more, when we conquer the GDI."

[Doom]

A few miles down the road of the Spanish countryside, Dreamcaster asked Fix, "So, has the Prussian followed behind, or did he stay at the side of his vehicle's corpse?" Fix glanced back to see.

~~

"Oh? When? So ssssure are you, Kommandent of the Union. Your confidence is admirable, but I'm cccertain you are familiar with the leader of the GDI. The one that may jussst put you in your placcceee....." Fairy hissed in a rather sinister tone.

[Icara Hytate]

Yuri follows along at a distance from the three. Face down, he silently follows. When suddenly, over the hills, a extremely large white villa comes into view.

[Doom]

"He is trailing us, sire. And look! We've arrived at the Red Angel's villa!" Fix shouted.
With a smile on his face, Dreamcaster motioned for his followers to increase their pace as he broke into a jog.

[Sweetheart]

Marcus watched the man he figured to be Dreamcaster breaking into a jog and coming closer to his villa. He stood on the porch over-looking the Spanish coast. The man named, "The Red Angel" bore black hair, a fairly dark tan, and a sporty set of glasses. He wore a simple dress shirt with black dress pants, similar to church attire. Except, on his left side, was a holster which held a rare M1911 Colt .45 pistol. Not only is the pistol itself rare, but it was crafted white, with a red handle grip. As Marcus watched Dreamcaster come closer to his Villa, he began to become slightly jittery with excitement. He might finally escape the searching eyes of the GDI and be able to live abroad once again.