Dusk Harbor 1999

Snap Out of It

Mason heard someone yelling at him to look out. He whirled around and saw a man twice his height and width. He looked up at him, saw a sinister smile. Someone had mentioned that his name was Caliber. He summoned up a bazooka, hoisted it up onto his shoulder, and returned the grin.

He fired the bazooka, the rocket slammed into Caliber's chest and sent him stumbling backwards. The explosion blew him against a brick wall and collapsed. Mason noticed no real damage to the chest plate, but it must have rattled his bones enough to hurt him. He didn't get back up again.

Mason turned back around, Jordan had his hands planted firmly on Olivia's shoulders, he was pushing her forward.

"J-Jordan stop!" Olivia yelled. "This isn't you! Snap out of it! It's me, Olivia!"

They'd tried talking him down for the last minute. Nothing they said was working.

"There is no Jordan!" Jordan growled.

His gauntlets started glowing. Olivia gave a squeak of terror.

Mason let the bazooka disintegrate. Summoned up a pistol and planted it to the side of Jordan's head.

"Back up. Now," Mason growled.

His hand started shaking, his fingers felt like they would slide right off the trigger if he tried to pull it. His throat started to tighten up, and tears burned at the corners of his eyes. It was as if he'd never fired a gun before. It's my brother... I can't shoot my brother! But I might have to.

Jordan froze in his tracks. Turned his head slowly to face him. Gave a frown.

"You can't do it. You haven't the guts," he grumbled.

Olivia broke away from his grip, opened a portal, leaped into it, and disappeared. Mason didn't look around to see where she ended up. He kept the gun to his brother's head, trembling with the weight of the task on his shoulders. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. He let out a long breath.

"Jordan, please, I know you're in there! You gotta fight, idiot!" He yelled.

Jordan didn't move a muscle, stayed still as a stone.

"Once this battle is won, and the world is ours, Jordan may be set free! Only when we win though, not any sooner."

"Daemon, leave my brother out of this."

"He's really too useful to do that. Also, watch your back," he replied.

Something hard came and slammed him in the side, his feet came off the ground, and he flew in an arc, over his brother, before slamming onto the road face first.

Something in his face, around his nose broke. The sharp burning sensation spread through his eyes and head. It hurt so bad that it made him feel dizzy. Blood pooled under him. He posted his hands on either side of him, lifted himself up, and looked at the ground. A stream of red was running down his chin, dripping into a puddle on the white line. His hands looked fuzzy and blurred like there was a wall of haze blocking his vision. Damn it. Damn it come on. Snap out of it.

"Good work, Caliber." The voice of Jordan said.

A wave of weakness overcame him, he could feel sickness down to his bones, his arms shook as if in an earthquake. The ground and his face reunited, and he fell unconscious.