C-Cis and the Adventures of Team Plasma

Part 8

Cs arm changed into the same long sharp blade as it did when he went on a genecide of the town he grew up in. The kid was decapitated in a swing, the head landing in the disgusting sewege water. C dumped the body in as well, soon after the water around the body turned slightly red. "Trouble eliminated." C reported to Ghetsis. "I will stay, just in case backup comes."

C sat down at the wall of the sewers behind him. He started to accually scan the area. A lot of Zubats were deeper inside and a the walls were covered with grafittis, that seemed to move. C rubbed his eyes, no change. "The fuck? Am I going crazy?" He asked himself, silently, before getting out a cigaret and starting to smoke. "Come back to the frigate." Ghetsis said to C through the earpiece. "Yes my lord." C replied and went back to the frigate, trying not to raise suspicion.

C went onto the frigate. He didn't wear his cape anymore and he didn't seem different. He sighed and got out a cigaret and smoked. "I wounder what coul-" He said as he suddenly found himself on the port next to the ship. "I went onto the ship. The heck?! I had that in my dream with Darkrai. . ." He mumbled and went on deck. He just went to his bed and layed down, playing with the thought of what would be if he hadn't been found by Colress but by normal nice people.

After a while a grunt came up to C. "298. We were told to fight. Colress said so. He said you are the same as me. A vampire." The grunt whispered the last 2 words. "Why not?" C asked, smirking under the mask, being sure he would win. "TEAM PLASMA GRUNT 298 INTO THE LABRATORY PLEASE!" Colress voice said through the speakers. "I'll just quickly go there." C said and went down to the labs.

C entered and a suitcase layed on a desk, he couldn't read the label, which he didn't mind. He wasn't looking for some kind of bag but for the great man that was Colress. "Hello Chris." Colress greeted C. He went towards C and took him to the suitcase. "I have something for you." He said as he opened the suitcase revealing a pitch black revolver. "A Revolver Dan Wesson 8 inch modified. 6 round magazine, meaning 6 bullets. As I said: Modified to an extraordinarry strengh. Bullets are made out of consecrated silver with a gold coating, the inner core of the bullet is conpressed holy Mercury. Perfect for killing vampires, that can enter your path. The vampire I gave you is a test subject for you. Oh and the gun itself is almost unbreakable." Colress said, before explaining the rest of how the pistol functioned like how to reload and handed C a few bullets for reloading. C nodded and put the gun into a new vest provided by Colress. "Thanks sir. You are way too kind." C said and left the lab and going back on deck. "We will do that, just that we will tomorrow." C said before, looking at the other grunt, like he should beg for mercy. C went of the frigate.

"Thats a weird guy. . ." The grunt said, seemingly confused by Cs actions. "Connor. That's just 298. Get over it." Aldith said. Connor nodded and went to his sleeping quarter and layed down in his bed, thinking about why C was acting so strangely.

C was deep in the forest. He got out the Dan Wesson after having cut an X into a tree with his powers. He was training his aim with it. Clearly no easy task, yet managed to do it after a while, the shot took a huge chunk out of the tree, it standing by just about 4 or 5 cm of log on each side. C smirked under his mask. His arm changed into a Scythe and he cut the tree down, after putting the gun into 'safe', so no shot would exit, as it would kill him and reloading. He went back to the frigate and to the lab of Colress, feeling really powerfull.

C entered. "Sir Colress?" He asked, as he found him. "Could I have more bullets. I improved my aim and accuracy." He said to Colress, who agreed and gave C more of the bullets, who then left the lab and went to the sleepingquarters. He layed down in bed, thinking. 'If I would have had it earlier that would have been good.' His voice had gotten more and more monotone.