Plasmatropolis (Un-cursed) [OLD]

Runaway

Osivian paced through his home. This was where he'd stayed since the disbanding of the Ardoni gangs. He'd recently received news that while the mission he'd assigned to his agent Ciantrius had been a success and Tygren had been killed. The truth had been discovered and now Osivian's desire for this to be a secret operation was spoiled.

He was deep in thought as he walked around, before suddenly, the lights went out. Osivian whipped around and looked in all directions, trying to figure out what caused this. Then, a single light source lit up. It was a lamp, and it was being carried by a familiar individual. Omeleto, from the Black Plasma Studios team.

"Osivian Sendaris." Omeleto addressed, holding the lamp menacingly.

"Excuse me, why are you here?" Osivian demanded. "You have no warrant."

"Oh, I do. Directly from the recently appointed judge." Omeleto objected. "Now, why don't you take a seat right over there. We have things to talk about."

"David sent you, didn't he?"

"Correct, and I think you can guess why. Now sit down."

Osivian shakily took a seat on the nearest chair. "This is about Tygren, I'm sure." He stated.

In response, Omeleto nodded. "You would be arrested already, Osivian, but we from Black Plasma Studios have convinced the police to give you another chance. Nevertheless, what you did was wrong."

"Oh, was it, really?" Osivian asked, raising his voice. "I killed a terrorist. Am I not a hero?"

"Honestly, Tygren was barely more than a complicit lackey in Thalleous' schemes." Omeleto pointed out. "If you wanted to kill a 'terrorist' then you may as well have gone for Thalleous himself. Was he not injured, like Tygren? Besides, we do not simply kill people when we have the chance. You don't know how the law works here. Everyone gets a fair trial."

"He would've been sentenced to death anyway." Osivian claimed.

"You don't know that. Like I said, Tygren was hardly even involved in the atrocities. Thalleous did most of the work and can take most of the blame." Omeleto replied. "And besides, Osivian. I can see right through you. You didn't assassinate Tygren for the good of anyone. It's clear you just wanted Thalleous to suffer. You just wanted revenge. At least be honest about it."

"So what? Thalleous deserved to suffer." Osivian almost shouted. He was fuming with anger. "He killed the old master, who was practically a father to me. What about all the innocents he killed in the Courthouse Massacre? Did you not wonder if any of them had families, or loved ones who were devastated when they died?"

"An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind." Omeleto stated. "Through actions like this, you're simply going to become just like Thalleous. Maybe we were wrong. Maybe there's no point in giving you another chance. Maybe you just need to be put behind bars."

"Ha ha, maybe it was a mistake to disband my gang. I can easily reform it, right now." Osivian threatened.

"Try that and see what happens." Omeleto retorted. "I've had enough of you. Your dastardly plans and your twisted mindset are going to come to an end. You're facing justice. I wonder how you'll feel about going to court again."

"Fool!" Osivian shouted, procuring his shotgun and aiming it at Omeleto. "I'll kill you right now if you're going to get in my way!"

But at that moment, Omeleto whipped out his fishing rod swords and swung one upward, knocking the shotgun right out of Osivian's hands. He then swung the other fishing rod sword at Osivian, who ducked and shoved his opponent backward before dashing back to his shotgun. He picked it up again and fired, but Omeleto deflected the bullet with one of the fishing rod swords. He hurled the other toward Osivian again, but Osivian caught it in midair and tugged on it, sending Omeleto stumbling forward, and causing him to drop the other fishing rod sword.