Scene 5/2 Ken & his past
Scene 5/2 Ken and his past
Ken continued to stalk the halls of the school, waiting for Devyd to finish his meeting so they could go back to fighting. As he wandered the halls, his memories began to surface, even through the mental warding that held the building together. The walls almost seemed to grow leaves and the sound of helicopters could be heard overhead. Ken gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the signs of his damaged sanity, but eventually he just took a seat and watched the walls melt and reform around him. He remembered it as if it had been yesterday. Given how much time he'd lost, for all he knew it had been...
The year was 1952, a quiet year by american standards, but in the supernatural community, World War 2 still raged. He and a small team of carefully chosen supers were down in venezuela, trying to capture rogue nazi escapists. One of them was supposed to be wielding the spear of Destiny, the terrible weapon Hitler had sought to raise the flagging morale of his damned army. Today was the day they'd find him, and maybe end this fight for good...
Ken led his team along the darkened jungle floors, whispering to himself through his command link in order to keep order among the troops. "Everyone, remember when we find blackstone to follow my lead. we need to get that spear away from him fast or we don't stand a chance, it makes it's wielder practically impossible to kill, even by our standards.
In the empty hallway from his perch on the stairs, ken began to cry softly. He hated remembering this part. He hadn't known that anyone else could hear through his command link, but apparently the spear gave it's wielder access to radio waves too. It had been where he nearly died, as well as Devyd. Only now were their bodies close enough to healed that they could even contemplate returning to the real world as anything other than an andriod replacement.
The ambush had been horrible, swarms of mutated moreauvian creatures and supers pouring out of the jungle, things made from pieces of the dead and the bones of dragons. The lead creature had been a large draconic humaniod, with sidhe blades sparking dully from his wrists. The creature had howled it's anguish and torn into them.
Frost was the first to go down, the blade in his neck. He was coughing up blood even as he blasted the creature resposible back to the stone age. The wound in his neck was substantial, gouting arterial spray all over the next closest moreauvians. He just held his hand over his neck and kept right on shooting from his newly acquired seat in the middle of battlefield. They hadn't known then what the power of the spear was, that it was capable of controlling all of these creatures at once.
With their medic reduced to healing himself, the rest of them fared little better. The claws and fangs of the creatures all seemed to be made out of a seethrough energy, dull and bitter. The curse of the damned rode heavy among them, killing and maiming mercilessly. Unfortunately for their opponents, the curse of the damned worked all too well on supernatural creatures. Frost coughed once more and laid still for a moment. Then he stood back up, his aura changed, now he had a vampire aura as well as his sorceror's signs. Devyd went down and arose with an aetenarus' control over his blade. Ken screamed, watching his troops die and continue to fight.
Back at the school, ken was still crying when the bell rang. Only a few students were here this time of day, including his friend Mercy. He'd at one time worked for her, before that fateful night. that night, he'd sworn himself to pride, screaming over the command link for aid. And sloth had sent it, in the form of better trained, better equipped alternate reality versions of themselves. Frost had shown up a mighty wizard, Devyd a suit of blood red armor with whirling blades of light and darkness. And Ken, ken had shown up dozens of times, armed with staff, sling, arrorw, sword. Together with their immortal selves, they had laid waste to the battlefield, defeating everything except the enemy leader, who fled with a curse, apparently recognizing The elder Frost. With the loss of the power of the spear, the power of their injuries resumed.
~ken grunted~ "I always hate that part" and then he passed out.
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