Hell on Earth (Boyxboy)

Chapter 16: The Arena

Hey guys, I wanna apologize for the giant hiatus. I was really having a lot of problems with school and myself and wasn't able to work on this story. But its summer now and I'm feeling a lot better about everything, so hopefully I will be back and working harder than ever to finish off this sucker! :) meanwhile enjoy!

16

The creature moved towards David, invisible to the eyes, save for the lethal poison it held upon a rag in it's hand. David was preoccupied with the computer, watching as the screen came up. The young man muttered "I better get this on a disk drive..." while slipping a drive out of his pocket.

The creature stopped for a moment, right behind the unknowing David, deciding on a plan of attack. Finally it made a decision, moving forward with lethal intent whilst David fumbled around with the loading drives.

The creature slowly began to lower the rag towards David as he slipped the disk back into his pocket.

Just as it's prey was within it's reach, The door slammed open.

The creature retreated, unseen.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?!" Yelled a security guard.

"I-I um-" David fumbled, slipping the data drive into his pocket.

"Show your credentials!" said the security guard, walking into the dimly lit room. He held a gun, which was trailed upon the young man before him.

"I-I work here... this is the office of an old coworker of mine..."

The guard looked at David with apparent distrust. "No one has occupied this room for over ten years."

David gaped, again denial about Joseph. I must be going crazy!

The guard nodded to David. "Get out."

David only too happily got up and ran out of the room, a cold sweat and chills running down his spine.

***

It had been a week since Cassius had woken up. He'd slowly learned to walk again and was beginning to understand the old man as well as the new powers.

Cassius was sitting at the lone, cluttered table in the middle of the small shack. The old man sat across from Cassius, slowly molding a piece of clay into inane, unrecognizable shapes.

Cassius watched, bored, his head resting on his hand. "So what is the plan."

"What do you mean?" said the Wizened, preoccupied with the seemingly pointless clay lump.

"I mean I'm all healthy and stuff, now what am I suppose to do to destroy the gods and demons?"

The old man laughed dryly, crushing a vague figure he had created in the clay. "Destroy them! Hah! You can do no such thing!"

"Wait what...? But you said I was more powerful than them..."

"And that is where you're wrong." Said the old man, stopping his molding. "You merely have the possibility to be more powerful than the gods. By no means will attaining such powers be easy, though."

Cassius looked at the man, angry. "What does this so called creation energy inside of me do then?! I was told that this would end the tyranny! It brings me constant pain and makes my soul ache, yet now you tell me it was for nothing!"

"It will. Or, well, can. But only if you make it."

"I don't understand! How am I suppose to make the creation powers?"

"I am telling you you don't have to make them as in from yourself, but rather you have to control them to do your will. Only then will there be any hope for the human race." said the old man, sitting forward and beginning to mold the clay again.