Death Becomes You

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Battlefield

Luna's POV- We all get into battle stance. Alec and Remmie spread their wings and lift themselves off the ground. Mika transforms into a massive wolf, and when I say massive I'm comparing this wolf to the wolf I saw earlier, and she was huge then. I guess when preparing for battle she gets bigger. I watch as everyone gets ready, stretching and flexing their more important muscles. Alec flexes his wings, arms and legs, Mika stretches her entire body and cracks her jaw, and Remmie hovers in the air slightly rustling her feathers and a look of concentration on her face.

I have no clue what to do. I mean obviously I have a ridiculous amount of power, but can I truly control and rely on it?

I realise everyone else has already started fighting. Well everyone that is except for myself and Damian. He stands by idly, watching his henchmen fight, and, I'm assuming, waiting for me.

"Damian!" I shout.

"Oo, are you finally ready to fight?" He replies, with a childlike giddy ness.

"Yes, and Damian?" He looks at me waiting for me to continue, "This is between just you and I. No one interferes."

"I couldn't agree more." He smiles wickedly at me.

That smug look on his face fills me with an uncontrollable rage. I don't even know why, I just know that I'm incredibly mad, and it's all directed at Damian.

"Oh is the poor wittle angel upset?" He asks in a demeaning baby voice.

"I'm going to quote Alec here, screw you!" I tell him infuriated.

He laughs, he bloody well laughs.

"Oh, you do entertain me so! Quite a fiery one aren't you?" He says, while chuckling.

I don't bother replying to his question, since I'm too mad. Plus, it was rhetorical anyway. Instead I just focus all my anger and rage on one thing. Controling my powers. They always seem to work best when I'm feeling an extreme emotion.

"Are you going to fight me, or are you going to just stand there?" Damian asks with an annoyed tone.

As he's distracted talking though, I try to strike him with a blast of green lighting. I miss. Wait no, he dogded. Now he's laughing?

"You're learning to control you powers I see, but do you honestly think, that I would be the wanted man I am today if I didn't know how to dodge an attack?" Again, another rhetorical question.

He hits me in the shoulder with a blast of black flame. Yes, black flame. I didn't even know such a thing existed. That is, until now.

"Come on, your the angel of death for crying out loud. Do I need to show you everything!?" He says, frustration outlining his voice.

"What do you mean? That shot would have destroyed anyone else! Your just fast!" I say, starting to get irritated with him.

"So you honestly think, that was a powerful shot?" He says looking rather surprised.

"Well duh, it was!" I reply.

"Fine, you hit me with that shot. I promise I won't move a muscle. I'll stay right here." I'm not exactly sure what he's doing by saying this, but I guess I'll go along with it.

I focus again on my power. Focussing on hitting Damian. Green lightning shoots from the sky and hits him, dead on. When the smoke dissipates, my jaw drops. He's standing there, arms crossed, examining the fingernails on one hand.

"But-but... but how?" I manage to stammer out.

"See? I told you so!" He says, quite triumphantly.

I'm not sure why it didn't work. The lightning looked so powerful. Maybe I was doing something wrong.

"Do you always think out loud? Or is just my immense attractive ness that's distracting you?" Damian asks cockily.

I snort, then realise what he just said, "Wait, I said all that out loud?"

He laughs, "Yes, yes you did!"

I huff, frustrated. All we're doing is standing here talking. This is getting me nowhere! I need to do something anything. The only thing I can think of though, I seriously don't want to do. My pride is already hurt enough as it is, but I can't do nothing!

"Darling, you're doing it again." Damian says with a smug smirk on his face.

"Shit. Oh well, here goes nothing." I mumble, "You were talking about my powers earlier like you knew that wasn't all I could do."

"Well of course I was, because I know that wasn't even close to what you can do!" He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, how do you know these things? How do I do these things?" I say as if I don't believe a word he's saying. Hopefully he'll believe my acting and give me answers to some questions.

"I'll answer your questions because I want this to be a fair fight. Not because I believe your acting." My jaw drops at his words and he laughs, "No, you were not thinking aloud again, I'm just that genius! So, the best way to get the most power out of the lightning strike is by starting it up with emotions. Think of it like a car, your emotions are the key, they are what start it up. But they are not what power it or control it. Actually this goes for most of your powers. The controls, the steering wheel, gas pedal, and brake are your mind. You have to unlock that part of your mind that is smart enough and powerful enough to control your powers. Then the fuel, the thing that keeps your powers going, that makes you stronger, is me! Well, just your opponent in general. You have to think about winning, defeating me. Think about all those you have killed, all those who have never been able to beat you. Draw power from that, relish in it. It will make you endlessly stronger." He says grinning, his eyes slightly glazed. As if he's off in another world imagining all that power he just described to me.

"Why though?" I ask quietly.

His head snaps back in my direction, "Huh?"

"Why are you telling me this? Helping me become stronger?" I ask.

"Because my dear, you are my experiment!" Now it's my turn to be confused at his words.

"You've lost me." I reply.

"You see, my father, he was a scientist. That's how I'm so many species rapped into one. He liked to dissect things, and combine and create things. I guess he past on the scientist thing to me. I'm just a different type of scientist. I like to conduct live experiments, picking sertain things and throwing them into hard situations. You my dear, are something that should have never existed in the first place. Like myself, so obviously I have taken an interest in you. You see I want your powers to manifest fully and utterly. I want you to grow and become that which all those in your little monarch fear. Powerful, to your full potential, and then once you are, I want to unleash you on the world. Sit back with a front row seat, and watch as everything goes up in flames and chaos. Beautiful, beautiful, chaos." He says, his arms outstretched at his sides, his head tilted back to the sky, smiling. Then, he's gone.