[Clock - 09:17 | 09;17 AM]
[Calendar - 20/01/2003]
[Location - Cart 9, Foundation Station - Old Gotham, Gotham City, New Jersey]
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Atlas rushed out of the cart. He literally stumbled out of the cart, having to catch himself before he hit his face into the ground, but he still groaned when his body hit the floor. "Holy-" He looked at the trail of smoke that followed from the train to the wall about 20 or so feet away. He dragged himself across the floor pathetically in an act of desperation, his eyes wide and the acting he had been putting on completely broken- he had felt like he had seen something like this before, but not exactly. The feeling of despair seemed almost familiar, the grip it had on his heart was a familiar tightness, and the act of rushing to help someone he had hurt was almost like a reflection of a past long forgotten... Why didn't he think of his past? Why couldn't he remember it? As he finally got within touching distance, feeling the tears roll down his eyes (why was he crying... why did this feel so fucking familiar!?), he reached out to cast the only healing spell he knew and had to learn thanks to his explosive experiments: "[Cure Wounds]." The most basic healing spell ever, but an efficient and effective one at that. His brain went from panic mode to focus mode: "Get me a stick, or a plank of wood, and cloth. The kid's out of danger for now, but I gotta heal his broken leg."
The kid's name was Brandon. He was the youngest of the six brothers, and the most stupid too it seems- okay, he's a kid, he does stupid shit and that's literally what kids do. "Here-" He ignored whoever gave this to him, instead focusing on treating the child while wave after wave of guilt hit his heart like a tsunami, trying to swallow him with sadness that felt... familiar. The kid started to open his eyes a little, making Atlas wince internally as he popped the bone in the right place: "Hey, hi? I'm so sorry kiddo, you got hurt because of me, right? Shit..."
"...is this the guy that is second in command? This cripple? Why did the boss even put him as second in command, even I am better than hi-"
Atlas felt a vein in his forehead bulge just a little bit- It has been a long few days, and after being stressed out by the many failures of his attempt at enchanting magic items, and this whole debacle, he felt something inside him snap, but he controlled himself. Faster than anyone could react, a sharp spike of jagged black crystal shot out of the ground at breakneck speeds, only to stop just a few millimeters away from the other man's neck. Atlas kept smiling kindly as he treated the broken leg of the poor boy that he was treating, he didn't want to scare the child. He didn't even turn to look at the man as he said, the same sweet and kind voice that he was using to speak to the poor child a few moments prior, the comforting tone took a more sinister undertone too: "Well, you see, I believe that the earth is kind to us. Humanity has caused so much damage and so much hurt to Mother Earth, and yet she still loves us and in her infinite kindness, treats us as her children." This time he turned to look at the man after he finished tightly tying the leg to a stick, to keep the leg straight so he would be able to heal it in a little bit, as soon as he recovers enough energy for that- he had pumped a lot of energy on the [Cure Wounds] spell in his desperation, which might have saved the child's life: "The earth is kind... I also believe in the phrase 'Kill them with kindness'... Now, would you like to die by kindness, Jax? Is that your name- it doesn't matter, that's your name now, Jax. You look like a Jax, so that's your name now."
(His name was Adrian) Jax gulped hard, his entire body had frozen in fear as the sharp looking jagged crystal spike seemed to inch closer and closer to his neck- With a heavy sigh from Atlas (it's not worth to kill, when you can use the person!), the crystal simply sank back into the ground without any sound, almost as if the earth had swallowed it down. Looking around, eyes still a little bit wide and unhinged, Atlas kept the gentle smile: "Anyone else with delusions of grandeur that needs to go down a peg or two?" There was only silence in the air, the group of 13 homeless people kept quiet in fear of angering the boss even further: "Good... Now, where were we?" Atlas floated softly from the ground, and as he got away from from the kid, the brothers swarmed the little one like flies to honey, making sure their brother was safe! Atlas casted [Fly] on himself, remembering he could do that now! He also pulled out the joystick levers he had, placed it on Jax's hand while also casting [Command] and whispering a 'Up' as he pointed to the train- once Jax was inside the train, Atlas smirked as he said:" Ah, yes I remember- pull the lever, Jax!" He expected the train to either malfunction enough to cause damage or kill the man inside (he didn't care about that, he is going to use Jax as a new test subject!), or for it to simply move-
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Sewer King - DC SI
FanfictionImagine waking up in a sewer. Now imagine you got no legs, no memories, and no bitches- Hey, there's a huge croc guy! To make sure he doesn't you, you promise him you'll make him a king! And he doesn't eat you. Now, you gotta make him a king. Well...
