2050 [REWRITTEN]

Part 4: Fate

Jordan carried SpringTrap on her shoulders into the house, followed by the others who were still trying to process what had happened. Mr. Creeper knelt on the floor, tending to Alex who was seriously injured even though Ryobl's attack had just grazed her hand. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he looked as nervous as if he had seen a ghost. "Jordan, just rest him down next to Alex-" "Creeper, what was that?" Jordan asked sharply. Creeper jolted, "It's darker now, but it's still there, that stupidly strong form. I thought he was only capable of Electric and that unstable crimson transformation." Jordan tossed SpringTrap onto the hardwood floor. "Look at his bruises, that rainbow form was doing lethal damage to his body. You weren't even phased in the slightest when he turned into- that. I want answers, asshole." Jordan glared, she wanted to know what the hell was going on, even if it took fighting Creeper, which she was prepared to do, even in her weakened and battered state. She wasn't afraid of this man, not in a million years. Creeper stood up, "I'll explain it all in good time-" Jordan cut him off, "I want answers now. If he ends up doing something like that again and can't control it, he'll kill all of us. No doubt about that." Everyone else was silent and had a grim look on all of their faces. They had witnessed the insane showing of strength SpringTrap had presented only minutes before, against a foe that they had such trouble keeping down up until now. Jordan was right, if he went wild and unleashed that upon them, they surely wouldn't survive. "Could you be any more of a mood killer, you jackass?" Alex groaned as she sat up in pain, "You guys just won, try and bathe in that victory for a while before you overshadow it with some big reveal." she smiled, though it looked like it hurt. "Besides, I would prefer you don't duke it out with the strongest living man while I'm taking a nap." Jordan sighed and flicked an apple into Alex's forehead, knocking her out. "Can't argue with that," she shrugged, "I'm too tired to go against it, so she's right for now." ***
After the injured fighters had been healed, (SpringTrap being the last one) SpringTrap jumped up from the bed he was laying in that was in a separate room with only him and Jordan and closed his eye and took a deep breath. The air around him began to warp and distort, just like the space above a lit stove while cooking. He released the breath he took before and took another, repeating this process as the air became more and more distorted with intense heat that seemed to emanate from him. Jordan watched from the corner, wearing a tank-top to tone down the heat that he was radiating. "Follow his instructions, man. The calmer you are, the faster you can concentrate your rage and it will come rushing right to you. Do you ever listen to your father's words?" SpringTrap stopped, "Do you ever listen to him?" Jordan clicked her teeth, "Good point." SpringTrap shook his head, "And if you have such an amazing understanding of how to control this form, do you want to try it?" Jordan somehow made a face that made her look more tired than before, "Too much work. Besides, I don't like the heat." SpringTrap rolled his eye and began to breathe deeply and heat up again, causing Jordan to flash out of the room and back in, wearing shorts this time. Electricity started to crackle around him but faster than normal, this time it was flickering like a broken light bulb around him as he started to power up. "Hhhh-" he grunted and Jordan watched intently, ready to correct the error he was bound to make. She stared at him, studying every little thing until she noticed a difference. On the right side of SpringTrap's face there was a jagged crimson red marking snaking down from his hairline to just under his mouth. SpringTrap's hair surprisingly started to give off sparks, making Jordan shield her face. SpringTrap suddenly stopped and began looking around, "Jordan," he said as his ears twitched, "Go into the other room, now." Jordan stepped off of the wall, "Why the hell are you telling me what to do, jackass? This heat has already irritated me, don't piss me off." SpringTrap shooed her away with his hand, causing her to scoff and walk away. She wasn't going to deal with this until it was past two. It was only one fifty-four. SpringTrap stared out the window carefully, looking around the area because he had heard something strange. The sound of grinding metal. Well, it wasn't exactly grinding, more like sliding, as if metal was cleanly slicing against metal. "That sound again- but it's lower pitched, it doesn't sound like a dog whistle anymore! What is it?" he said to himself, "Ryobl made a higher pitched noise that I could hear clearly. If Jordan listened closer she might have been able to hear it." SpringTrap kept listening, focusing on everything that made even the slightest noise. "What the hell is that!?" SpringTrap opened the window and crouched down inside it, he looked for the source of the insane giggling!? He jumped down onto the floor and nearly landed on his neck. "Ow ow ow-" he groaned as he stood up, "Still kinda woozy from that form- it messed me up-" SpringTrap looked around again. The source of the sound had stopped, but he could hear breathing nearby. It was distinct from the wind, so whoever had been breathing wasn't breathing very heavily, which meant they didn't just get there- SpringTrap looked up to the roof with sweat on his brow, because a realization had hit him as he looked at the girl with gray hair. She had been there the whole time, waiting, listening, and she knew about his Rainbow Form, the one that weakened him, and the one she knew to steer away from. She also knew about his unstable form and who was still in no condition to fight, which meant he had to deal with her right then and there. "Who are you?" SpringTrap asked calmly, "Took ya quite a while to notice me Creeper, maybe sharpening these knives here gave me away." The girl held up three kitchen knives in each of her hands with a twisted smile and SpringTrap's eye went wide. 'That's what the sound of sliding metal was!?' he thought to himself, 'No wonder it sounded like grinding at first! But there's no way that the sound changed like that, and why would sharpening knives be so smooth!? They must be insanely sharp-' SpringTrap was proven right as she threw one of them down to him, slicing his cheek like paper and embedding itself into the ground up to the handle. The way they pierced through the air sounded exactly like the sound he had heard earlier, the girl had been throwing the knives, but where?! SpringTrap looked around frantically until he spotted a tree that didn't have an inch of visible bark on it that wasn't covered in extremely sharp kitchen knives. The horrifying part of it all was that they all had strings attached to their handles. "Took ya long enough, Creeper~" the girl held up her hand, which had all of the opposite ends of the strings attached to her fingers. And as she pulled on the strings, every single knife seamlessly slid out of the bark of the tree and came rushing toward SpringTrap, all turning around and aiming for him as if she controlled them all. He summoned his giant silver sword with black diamonds etched into the green handle that had a sky blue gem at the end of it, and held it up in front of his face. Everything below his head was slashed and stabbed, his own blood staining his sword as he was pushed closer to the outside wall of the house. 'Breathe,' he thought, 'The calmer you are, the easier it is to focus your rage-' he dropped his sword to his side, "AND MAKE IT COME RUSHING RIGHT TO YOU!!" SpringTrap was enveloped by a swirling pillar of fire from his feet up that nearly hit the girl standing on the roof. "WHAT IN THE-" before she could finish, SpringTrap's sword was sent piercing right through the overhang of the roof that was right in front of her. The strings she controlled snapped as she fell backwards from the surprise attack. Before she could even hit the floor, SpringTrap shot up just under his sword and grabbed it, "WOOHOO!!" SpringTrap celebrated as he grasped his sword in his right hand and swung it in front of him, pointing to the girl. "HEY, YOU!!" he landed on his feet and his now crimson eye burned with rage and excitement, "EVER FELT THE BURN OF A HUNDRED VOLCANOES?!" the girl stared in horror, "NO? WELL YOU'RE ABOUT TO FEEL TEN TIMES THAT!!" SpringTrap quickly flashed in front of the girl, leaving a streak of crimson and sparks as his bright crimson hair glowed like a raging flame. "What the hell are you!?" the girl shouted out as she stepped back and prepared to grab knives from her back pocket. "THE CREEPER FAMILY'S GREEN PHOENIX, AND THE END OF YOUR LIFE!!"
***
"Creeper- you- you damn-" Jordan could barely get her words out while speaking to her adoptive father, while Foxy who was there too said, "Why didn't you tell us any of this earlier!?" he was understandably shaken from what he was just told. "Why the fuck did you not tell us that no matter what we do, we'll all die!?" Jordan, who had finally collected her thoughts, began to shout, "Why didn't you tell us that these damned multicolored power rangers would die before they could even fully realize their existence? And then you tell us that as of now, they barely have twenty years left!?" Jordan stepped up to him, "I barely care for the green haired little shit, but I don't want him to die like that." she grabbed what part of his shirt she could reach and pulled on it. "If these Phoenixes are going to have some stupidly strong ablities that will forever give them the upper hand in every battle, then they have to go out fighting, I swear on it."