Act I [7/9/13 to 8/1/13]; Act II [8/1/13 to 8/11/13]
Years
after the quad had passed on, those in the world that had seen them had been
foolish enough to think that was the end of bedlam. One said to another,
“Certainly we can finally be at rest.” The other concurred with the sentiment,
but not before seeing a soothsayer heading for a bridge. The two accosted the
soothsayer and attempted to coerce him away from suicide. “Whatever drove you
to this can be stopped!” one said.
The soothsayer simply looked at him,
then wrote down an ominous prediction. As the prediction was being handed, the
soothsayer jumped to his death. They looked on in horror knowing that whatever
the soothsayer had written down was something that was too unbearable. They
then understood why as they read the soothsayer’s final words...
“One of the third’s four has one on the way; readied
for slaughter.”
“Nothing
can be done, can it?” One asked. “Whoever this is, may he have the mercy his
predecessor lacked.”
Far off from them in the city of Cabo
Soleil, a 21 year old man named Mark had just settled there after he discovered
the truth about his lineage. Mark had lived in O’Hara; a city that until he
destroyed it, was 250 miles to the West of Cabo Soleil.
He had known something was
inadvertently contributing to his reputation, but had no inkling as to what.
Physically, he had inherited traits none of the crew, spawn or quad had. Fire
engine red hair and jade green eyes separated him from the others. However, the
day he found out about his lineage would mark the beginning of the innate genes
in him being triggered.
Mark had met with a city official
the day he found out. “Tell me sir; what the hell is going on?” The city
official replied, “There’s a very high chance you will not be pleased with the
findings,
even though it’s what you requested.” “The sooner I know the better.” Mark
replied. The city official breathed in and out and then set the stage for
destruction. “We don’t know who, but the reason people in O’Hara had been
judging you for your birthparent was.” he began. “Your birth parent was one of
the quad. The quad came from the spawn who came from the crew. Your lineage
brought about some of the most horrific scenes of violence in known modern
history. The Derby, The Friedan and all of these events in this chronicled
anthology explains why you have been judged so harshly despite not doing
anything.” Mark was destroyed. “The quad? The spawn? The crew? All of the worst
people I know of and this is my fucking lineage?!” he exclaimed. He excused
himself with the anthology in his hand and thanked the city official.
As he left, the soothsayer who would
later kill himself saw Mark leaving and as opposed to motioning toward him,
sought the city official. He queried the city official as to what Mark was
carrying. The soothsayer then grew capricious; “You gave him a tool for
destruction?! Do you realize what you’ve done?” He explained something to the
city official the two citizens would never hear. “I had been visited by a
spirit who warned me in code, ‘do not give the man with the hair of blood and
the eyes of envy the tool to blacken the world’...and you, a boorish and
careless man have done just that. May your death be as swift as your action.”
As he had packed his life to venture
from O’Hara, Mark had formed the sick thought to destroy the city. With the
help of the O’Hara’s largest ammunitions curio, explosives were planted on
every street corner. Mark’s psyche grew sicker as he instructed the assisting
forces to remain where they were. His ruse was that he was planting explosives
in an area only he knew of; in actuality he would seamlessly detonate the
explosives with the assisting forces still in O’Hara.
“Burn in hell.” Mark thought.
Cut to his current state in Cabo
Soleil. On the outskirts of Cabo Soleil, he had encountered a soothsayer who
told him, “Finding a key through folklore requires the system of decimals but
with no mathematics.” Mark deduced correctly that a library in the city was
where he could find the next sign of his journey. Skimming through the scant
amount of folklore in the library looked to be frustrating. “Five different
accounts of the fucking Iggy Azalea concert massacre, but nothing on what can
help me out.” he thought. He saw the last book of folklore the library had;
when he read the title “Defeating the Sword” he knew what he had to seek.
“Defeating the Sword” was a telling
of a legendary weapon; the Sword of Coke ‘N Whores. Believed to be the greatest
Soul Calibur tribute to “Soul Edge”, the Sword of Coke ‘N Whores was crafted by
a custom sword shop in what is now the city of Forca. The sword made its debut
at a San Diego Comic-Con years ago. The sword’s beauty was said to have
captivated every person that had been inside. Like every sword of such beauty,
it caused rioting to occur; the riots were so massive, it nearly destroyed the
city of San Diego. The sword’s crafter has since passed away and the sword is
still in Forca.
“I need to travel to Forca and find
this sword immediately.” he thought. He had left the library and made it to
house safely. He would spend the next four days planning everything he felt
necessary to venture in finding the Sword of Coke ‘N Whores. When the last of
his plans were set, he showered off his mental anguish and musk that had formed
from his constant planning. He emerged from his showering, cleansed only of the
aforementioned odor.
He was headed to his car; a black
Nissan GT-R. Mark then looked at where he thought his car would be. Instead he
found a metallic cornflower blue dune buggy with a note attached. It read,
“Drive your ginger ass to the village of Kahlo post-haste.” Mark was
understandably horrified at the sight of the dune buggy, but took the note’s
command to heart.
His journey to Kahlo from Cabo
Soleil would be rather time consuming. He thought to himself, “Some asshole
steals my car and I’m now driving a vehicle synonymous with mass slaughter in
modern history. I’m ‘happier’ than Lance Bass at a titty bar.” Driving for 48
minutes, he pulls over to a local eatery to feel delicious food just for the
sake of feeling something. As he was consuming a bacon cheeseburger with
ketchup, barbecue sauce and sriracha, he couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the
conversation at the booth next to his.
He noticed three distinct voices. A
young female voice he pondered couldn’t be from anyone over 17 years of age.
Another female voice was explaining plans he swore involved the Sword of Coke
‘N Whores. Then he heard a man’s voice that relayed a soothing aura from
within. Before he could fully enjoy the voice, the young voice noticed his
eavesdropping. “Howdy hey, ketchup cock! What gives with you listening in on
our conversation?” she asked. “Forgive her for being so rude.” the other female
began. “Hi there; I’m Ananda, this is my little sister Foricha and our gay best
friend Steven. What the hell do you want with us?”
Mark explained, “You all may be
after the same thing I am. Something in the city of Forca called the Sword of
Coke ‘N Whores, right?” They were all stunned speechless until Steven replied,
“Yeah...that’s exactly what we’re doing. What’s your name?” As Mark introduced
himself to the rest he noted striking but rather eerie similarities between the
setup. “So Steven and I bat for the all-boys team; Ananda is a reasonable but
raging bitch and something tells me Foricha wants to kill that waiter for
fucking up her order.” Foricha concurred but told him, “Don’t call me
Foricha...it’s a shitty name. I like to be called Violetta.” “So why didn’t you
smack Ananda when she didn’t call you Violetta?” he asked. “It isn’t wise to
smack the person with important resources like money.” she began. “Plus, I
can’t fuck anybody up without being improperly nourished with a burger that
some fuckface in the back put onions on.”
Ananda
went on to ask about the dune buggy. “Something tells me that vehicle has been
around before. What gives?” Mark replied, “It’s an heirloom in my family
history.” Violetta asked, “Who’s your mom and dad?” He replied, “That much I
don’t know but what I do know is that one of them was in the quad.” “As in
killed the ‘great evil’ quad? The children of the spawn who in turn are the
children of the crew?” Ananda queried. “Yeah, that’s the same quad.” he
replied.
The three immediately agreed to join
Mark on his journey. “You could be the reason I eat forever, ginger dick...err
Mark.” Violetta said. “Well you can’t exactly follow up a comment with the term
‘ginger dick’ thrown in.” Steven quipped. “Let’s set course.” Mark explained
that he had to stop by in Kahlo before Forca. They were fine with the slight
detour and Ananda even volunteered to play navigator. “So far we have 150 miles
to Kahlo and about 5 major plot points. Let’s get to it, shall we?” she said.
30 miles into their drive, their
first major plot point emerged. “What are these things?” Steven queried. “They
look like idiots with makeshift Spartan weaponry.” Violetta snided. Ananda
nudged her and had notice their insignias. “Does that look like what I think it
looks like?” she asked her. Violetta studied the logo long enough to realize
these were irate lovers of the Spartan V.S. Ninja episode of the defunct
series, Deadliest Warrior. “Ok; now I know that they’re idiots who got gore
boners and possibly confused boners watching ‘300’...with shoddy weapon
crafting skills.” Violetta said.
The leader of the Deadliest Warrior
Spartan Lover army stepped forward and made his speech. “Do you realize whose
land this is, interlopers?” he arrogantly queried. “A Native American’s before
European settlers and then Andrew Jackson told them to go fuck themselves?”
Ananda retorted. “Besides that.” the leader began. “This is our land; a land
where we revel in Spartan culture prevailing over Ninja culture on Deadliest
Warrior.”
“And
I thought living in the 1950s mentally as a social conservative does today was
pathetic.” Violetta snided. “Oh funny indeed you little bitch.” the leader
replied. Mark and Steven were busy planning a subversive plot to rid of their
newfound nuisances. Using a cell phone bomb known as a “MokTel”, Mark
calculated where in the crowd of Deadliest Warrior Spartan Lover army the bomb
should be placed. Spotting a knapsack, Mark turned to Steven and prompted him
to place the MokTel in there. After successfully placing the MokTel in the
knapsack, one of the army members picked it up and began digging. Mark then
detonated the MokTel and watched the shock overcome the leader’s face.
A sizeable fraction of his makeshift
soldiers were dead in a matter of seconds. As he looked back to see the damage,
Ananda seized the moment of his error. Taking a shotgun from the dune buggy, she
fired a ticket to hell for the leader. “Consider that Sparta, you fucking
Plebian.” The rest of the makeshift army demanded they fight them honorably.
Violetta responded with using a Tommy Gun, firing every last bullet in the
newly christened corpses. “Alert the press! A Chicago Typewriter makes punk
asses bleed red ink.” she taunted. “I give you credit for that lengthy pun.”
Mark said. Steven prompted him to drive on. “Let’s not waste anymore time
looking at what inferior blood looks like. To Kahlo, post-haste!”
Another 30 miles in their journey
and they encounter Mark’s old vehicle on a roadside in suspicious condition. Positioning
the dune buggy next to the car, he prompted Violetta to inspect every inch of
the car. When done examining the outside, Mark gave her the spare keys he had.
After unlocking the car, Violetta opened every door and made sure nothing had
been left as a trap. “All’s clear except this manila envelope I found in on the
backseat.” she said. As Mark opened the envelope, he discovered a note and the
original set of keys. Ananda asked what the note said. Mark replied by reading
it aloud. “I have discovered something terrible about the
sword
you seek. I had to take your vehicle and leave behind your parents’ dune buggy
so you could realize that this is your destiny, hate it all you will. Use both
vehicles to venture to this address.” Before he could continue, Steven deduced
that this read as a potential ambush. “Why would they leave your car here to
take that alongside the dune buggy to the same house?” Ananda concurred saying,
“We haven’t even opened the trunk of the car.” Mark popped the trunk and out
came their next enemy, who answered to the name Valentina Perot. “Finally I’m
out of the trunk.” she said. “I knew it was a setup.” Steven said. “Wrong.” she
replied.
“Wrong?” Steven queried. “What the
fuck are you talking about?”
“I followed whoever stole this car
by hiding in the trunk.” she began. “When they stole the car, they mistakenly
popped the trunk open, giving me ample time to jump in the trunk undetected.”
“Why were you after whoever stole
the car?” Violetta wondered.
“I thought they had money I could
screw them out of by force.” she replied.
“Well guess what, you bitch?” Steven
taunted. “We know the address and you’ll die on a roadside.”
“Is that so? Glad a stupid person’s
blood will spill by my hands.” she answered.
The two locked eyes and began to
fight. Valentina landed punches to Steven’s abdomen, but he landed kicks to her
head. He grabbed a sword from the dune buggy and fought Valentina and her sword
with sheer brutality.
“How long until twatwaffle over
there bites the dust?” Mark wondered.
“Delusional people don’t die off
easy. Just look at modern Pop culture.” Ananda replied.
Twenty-two minutes elapsed until
Steven was able to slice Valentina’s arm. “You fucking coward!” she roared.
“Not my fault you suck at dodging.” he retorted. She continued her
coup
against him with vicious swings of her sword. The only strike she landed was
one that only tore a mere bit of textile off of his shirt. “Nice little breeze
for me. I thank you.” he taunted. Before she could swing her sword again,
Steven thrust his blade forward and ended the fight. Valentina was
flabbergasted that she had tasted defeat alongside the blood in her mouth. “No...No!” she roared.
“I already told you that you suck at
dodging.” he began. “You were out for something you didn’t even know if you
could acquiesce.”
“I only wanted money. Not the secret
to life you fucking imbecile.” she retorted angrily.
“Shut the fuck up and die on this
roadside already. You lost and you’re becoming the world’s most annoying
corpse.” he finished. After Valentina emitted her last breath, Violetta played
pickpocket and discovered that apart from her sword, she had nothing else worth
keeping. “Just an eye patch, $2000, her sword and nothing else.” she said.
“Nothing close to potions, good weapons or even clues to a connection outside
of this place?” Mark queried. “Seems like she was a patsy and nothing else.”
Violetta concluded. Steven then wondered, “So how is the transport thing being
addressed? We have the dune buggy and Mark’s car to deal with now.” They agreed
on Mark driving his car with Ananda, while Steven and Violetta would drive the
dune buggy to the address from the manila envelope.
Their slight deviation from the main
route of their journey lead them to a house that had its owner pleased with
their presence. “Well, you finally made it here.” he began. Mark wasted no time
and asked him, “Who are you? Why did you steal my car? What do you know about
my parents? Most importantly, what do you know about the Sword of Coke ‘N
Whores?” He beckoned all of them inside the house. “Come inside...everything
will be explained to you and your psychotic legion.” “We’re not his legion
quite yet.” Violetta retorted.
He began to explain himself. “My
name is Ganymede. I live my life dedicated to astrological clairvoyance.” “In
English and while we’re still younger than you, asshole.” Violetta snided. He
continued, “Your journey is no accident. A soothsayer colleague of mine, who is
now deceased, was warned by some type of spirit who uttered the words, ‘do not
give the man with the hair of blood and the eyes of envy the tool to blacken
the world’. I directed him to the now desolate city of O’Hara.” “Wait a
minute...” Ananda began. “Mark destroyed the entire city of O’Hara?” Mark
merely nodded his head to indicate that he had indeed destroyed O’Hara.
Ganymede continued, “I directed
aforementioned colleague to O’Hara in the hopes of preventing you from
attaining that anthology in your hands. Clearly, he acted too late in trying to
stop you.” Mark replied, “I had to know because I was being judged in that city
for no fucking reason.” Ganymede went on to finish, “Now that you have the tool,
what was foreseen was a collision course you would have 120 miles into your
journey. A collision course with a mortal enemy who also seeks the Sword of
Coke ‘N Whores.” Steven queried, “Is 120 miles when we arrive in Kahlo, or
before we arrive in Kahlo?” “It will be before Kahlo...that much I am certain.”
Ganymede replied. “That answers every question except with why you stole the
car and left the dune buggy.” Violetta mentioned.
“That was simply to lead you here
for confirmation of this irreversible act.” he answered. “Though Valentina
Perot tried to fuck with me again. Bitch kept forgetting that I’m clairvoyant
and hopped in the trunk after a slight fuck up on my part.” “How did you deal
with her even though Steven ultimately killed her?” Ananda wondered. “I drove
over speed bumps and went reckless on the road. To be safe, I played crappy
music whilst I was wearing noise canceling headphones.” he responded. “I like
your style. A bit too subtle and not bloody for my taste, but mentally scarring
someone never fails.” Violetta chimed.
Mark asked, “Do you know when our
next ally will show themselves?” Ganymede replied, “Apart from me, the next
ally will be the next 30 miles in this journey. All of you stay the night here.
I can’t be seen with potential marauders that look like shit.” The newly
christened legion slumbered that night under Ganymede’s care. Ananda and
Violetta were each given their own rooms for slumber. “Why give us our own
sleeping quarters?” Ananda queried. Ganymede replied, “Mark and Steven have
been itching at the chance to fuck each other since they met. They need the
only bedroom here capable of withstanding two potential nutcases in heat.”
That night, Ganymede’s accuracy came
to fruition. Mark and Steven merely set their belongings down before they
ravaged each other on the mattress. “We only met 60 miles ago, but I need to do
the mattress mambo with you.” Steven said. Mark replied, “Shut up. Stating the
obvious like that makes me limp.” Steven’s hands tousled Mark’s fire engine
hair, letting the molecules of his skin grow with burgeoning sexual dynamism.
“Clench my body.” Mark commanded.
“This tight enough of a clench?”
Steven asked.
“I said clench my body; not pretend
I’m a fucking gossamer thread.” Mark replied.
Steven
felt his arms engage in a tantric press onto Mark’s body.
“Oh right there!” Mark exclaimed.
The two would proceed to engage in
cacophonous relations for three hours. “Wow...” Violetta thought. “It is indeed
possible to be jealous of a mattress whilst wishing you had some goddamn sleep.
I’m impressed.” Ananda was floored by how the house hadn’t collapsed from their
sexual intensity. “If any of them are able to walk tomorrow morning, I will be
in pure disbelief.” she thought. Even Ganymede thought to himself, “Even I didn’t
expect anything quite like that. I wonder if the room will look more glazed
than a Dunkin’ Donut.” They awoke the
next
morning to discover Mark and Steven were still canoodling and that the room was
doused and glazed in “XY Jam”. “Oh good god!” Ananda exclaimed. “I never
thought something could make a room shinier than gloss paint, but I have been
proven wrong.” Violetta merely wondered, “Can either of you walk right now? We
have to figure out how to pursue the last 60 miles before Kahlo.” Mark and Steven
emerged from their coital cocoon, amazing Ananda, Violetta and even Ganymede by
being able to saunter over to the living room.
In there, Ganymede declared that he would
accompany the legion on their journey. “Count me in on helping you all out on
your mission.” Violetta asked, “Are you bringing any cohorts of yours to help
us out?” Ganymede replied, “Yes. Although do you request it because you fear
mortality in battle?” She replied, “No, I just don’t want to kill so many
stupid people. Too much effort would be wasted looking them in the eyes.” “Do
you ever wonder if she’d kill us in her sleep, just out of impulse?” Steven
wondered. Violetta replied, “I might have an insatiable bloodlust, but I’m not
impulsive.”
After the air had been cleared,
Ganymede called for his colleagues and the legion had brought up transport
again. Dealing with two vehicles was considered wasteful to everybody. When
Ganymede’s colleagues arrived, they brought up the idea of polymerizing the two
vehicles. Mark concurred but under the condition that the vehicle maintain the
GTR’s aesthetic. “I’m not about to perpetuate the image of my lineage. No
matter who it is in particular.” The colleagues agreed and with Ganymede’s
supervision, began to polymerize the vehicles. Steven noted that Mark had begun
producing tears over the process. “This can’t be easy even though it’s for the
better, can it?” he rhetorically asked. Mark simply nodded in concurrence to
his inquiry. Violetta turned to him and in an out of character gesture, offered
him solace. “This is part of what you’ve always wanted. Living with it leads to
death with a peaceful soul.”
When the polymerization was
completed, the legion looked upon a vehicular masterpiece. All the chassis of
the dune buggy and its weapons stockade had been encased by the GTR’s sleek,
black cocoon. “Behold...the new vehicle people will fear since the Ford Pinto
or Chevrolet Vega.” Steven said. “Oh please...” Ananda began. “Even with us,
the Ford Pinto will be responsible for more deaths.” “Well, if we’re done now,
we have plot points to pursue.” Mark said. “Ready to fuck things up,
pipsqueak?” Violetta replied, “Call me pipsqueak again and I’ll start with you,
ginger dick.”
The legion set forth towards the
next 30 miles. 17 miles in, one of the colleagues sensed that an antagonist was
near. “Someone will try to derail us early. Poorly, but they will try.” she
muttered. As she finished, a lone female with non-threatening aesthetics
approached them. “Whatever you’re trying to do, please don’t pursue it any
further.” she said. “What’s your name you goddamn nuisance?” Ganymede queried.
She replied, “Pyrrha.” Violetta snidely chimed, “If you have a younger brother
named Patroklos, I’ll kill you and bury your body in an ugly dress.” “You
wouldn’t get a slice in this fight.” she replied. Those last words would be her
last mistake as Violetta lunged towards her and began to forcefully interrogate
Pyrrha.
“Who’s the reason I have to waste
energy on you?!” she barked.
“I’ll never tell you.” Pyrrha unwisely
retorted.
A
stab to her side had her closer to revealing her motives.
“I’ll verbally ask you one last
time. Who’s the reason I have to waste energy on you?”
“Someone who’s too much for you and
your other do-gooders.”
Violetta had had enough of her opponent.
“Burn in hell you tight lipped bitch.” A stab to her chest and upward slicing
ended the encounter. She then took Pyrrha’s wallet and found that she was part
of a ring of lowly bandits. “All that for some patsy in a ‘gang’?” she shouted.
Ananda
although annoyed, gently reminded Violetta “All she was, was a patsy. Your
energy is still high enough to kill people who deserve your special touch.”
Steven glared at her. “Ew. Did you ever claim motivational speaker as a
career?” “Fuck off.” she replied.
The legion resumed the rest of their
journey to the 90 mile mark. At 90 miles, they were in the epicenter of Korean
and Canadian culture, Seoulskatchewan. Ganymede’s colleagues sensed a
benefactor’s presence as foretold at Ganymede’s house. The trail eventually
lead them to the tallest building in Seoulskatchewan; the W Federation Central
Building. “How far up do we need to travel to meet the benefactor?” Mark
queried. One of the colleagues replied, “Not terribly far up, but at least ten
floors.”
As the elevator was passing the
first few floors, Mark was growing uneasy. He turned to Steven and asked, “What
the hell are we getting ourselves into?” Steven replied, “Whatever this is,
it’ll be for the best. Don’t psyche yourself out.”
“Steven, I haven’t even given
thought who exactly was the reason I exist.”
“It’s not like you were chomping at
the bit before.”
“True, but still...”
Before he could continue, Ananda
nudged him and said, “Pull it together. Yeah, you’re going through emotional
stuff, but for fuck’s sake. We’re a legion of murderers. Seriously, goddamn.” Steven
hated her remark and slapped her into kingdom come. “Let him be emotional if he
wants to. Anything like that again and I’ll have you killed and buried in an
ugly dress.” Violetta commended Steven on his action. “Doing that out of love
is the best thing you can do. That and it’s a surprisingly subtle way to smack
a bitch up effectively.” Mark could only breathe in as the elevator was about
to approach the tenth floor.
“This could define everything for
better and worse.” he thought.
When the elevator hit the tenth
floor, the benefactor were revealed as the fabled “Seoulskatchewan Titans” in
the business world. Wilhelmina and Marchanda Dole rose to power in
stereotypical boardroom vindictiveness but had connections to a seedy and
lethal underworld of minions. Every time an enemy of theirs would inch closer
to rightfully ruining their empire, their lethal connections would prevent them
from the poetic justice they sought. Wilhelmina greeted them in her typical and
signature way. “The ginger looks frazzled. Perhaps liquor or sex with his black
haired, brown eyed boyfriend could make him feel better.” Marchanda added, “Or
maybe seeing the tall, stoic sandy blonde suffer; either from depression or the
little redhead with the bow and insatiable bloodlust. Just in case the liquor
wears off.”
The two then boarded the elevator,
telling the legion that they had everything they needed. Ananda queried, “All
you have are briefcases. Don’t you need ammunition?” Marchanda explained, “We
operate like C. Viper from Street Fighter IV. A simple technological
combination and our opponents get their teeth knocked in until they need to
drop their pants to chew their food.” Wilhelmina added, “That and we have connections
in virtually every city that has development of some kind. Weapons purveyors,
crafters and even biochemical warfare enthusiasts.” Violetta chimed in, “You
scared Ananda. You both are my biggest heroes right now. Can I be a vindictive
businesswoman like either of you?” They both patted Violetta on the head and
told her that she could not.
The elevator reached the lobby and
the legion was accosted by two irate but inane mobsters. Wilhelmina simply
typed a cryptic message into the laptop in her briefcase and suddenly
roundhouse kicked both mobsters’ heads in. The impact tore their jaws clean off
of their faces. Marchanda despised the sight of her enemies still breathing and
typed a message on her laptop and a neurotoxin was emitted; finishing off the brief
encounter.
After the encounter, the Titans
volunteered to add more to the fleet of transport with their vehicles. Wilhelmina
and Marchanda typed a code into each of their laptops and suddenly two machines
of war appeared before them. Mark asked, “Are those deconstructed Maybachs
inspired by Jay-Z and Kanye West’s song ‘Otis’?” Marchanda responded, “Indeed
they are. Our taste amazes you, no?” “Ease up on being conceited you bitch.”
Ananda said. Marchanda only glared at Ananda before making her flinch. “This
gaze has made grown men weep before when I was trying. Don’t fuck with
benefactors Ananda.” she said.
Violetta helped Ananda chart out the
remaining 30 miles. They deduced that their next destination was the port city
of Nova Saigon. As they were heading out, Steven noticed Mark growing more
uneasy. “Mark...honey.” he began. “Mark?” His current state even had Wilhelmina
concerned. “I’m typing an S.O.S. of sorts for your lover. A medical connection
10 miles in toward Nova Saigon will be waiting to treat you.” Marchanda said to
them, “Take the offer of kindness like it’s a gift from God. She doesn’t do
this type of shit this quickly.” The titans and Ganymede had Mark taken to Wilhelmina’s
Maybach of War.
Steven was crushed but Violetta and
Ananda assured him that the Titans were on their side. “Remember...Ganymede
told us these were the allies we’d meet on this journey.” Ananda said. “Plus,
he might be hallucinating as a sign of a mental breakdown. It’s nothing major
compared to other shit he could have.” Violetta added. Meanwhile in Marchanda’s
Maybach of War, the namesake kept thinking to herself, “For some reason I’m
taking pity on the ginger. He could just be psyching himself out in which case
I should drain his blood. However, this could turn into me dying at the hands
of his lover. That and I’d really only kill that sandy blonde bitch and get her
little sister to help.”
Ten miles later they were at the
location of the Titans’ medical connections.
The Rogers Foundation for Medicine had
a dual persona. Apart from offering legitimate medical services, they aided
Wilhelmina and Marchanda with enough neurotoxins, miasmas and other toxic
concoctions to wipe out an army. Marchanda had Steven, Ganymede and one of his
colleagues help with transporting Mark to one of their evaluation wards.
Wilhelmina and the legion tasked themselves with guarding the grounds from
potential nuisances.
“Look like you want to exist you
goddamn bitch.” Wilhelmina barked to Ananda.
“Bitch, I do exist and have existed
in this legion longer than you and your fucking sister.” she violently
retorted.
“Who the fuck made you the leader of
this legion?” Wilhelmina asked. “Last time I checked, the person we escorted
here in the arms of his lover and mentor was the leader.”
“Seniority is not the issue here and
even your dense ass has to know that.” Ananda began. “The issue has to do with
you and your goddamn sister treating us no better than the Plebeians of Ancient
Rome.”
“Really?” Wilhelmina began. “Seems
like everyone else takes a liking to us. It’s you that has a problem with my
sister and me.”
“Lying bitch.” Ananda finished.
Before they could engage in
fisticuffs, Marchanda came back down to relay what had happened with Mark.
First, she scolded her sister and Ananda on their conduct. “Both of you, cut it
out. If you’re going to kill each other, do it when we arrive to Kahlo. Don’t
even think of fighting to the death in Forca.” “Forca?” Wilhelmina asked. “Why
the hell is Forca involved?” Violetta chimed in, “We’re after the Sword of Coke
‘N Whores. Mark’s the son of one of the quad. He gets into this journey after
blowing up his hometown all confused and shit. Really interesting beginning...”
“The quad?!” the Titans exclaimed. “The third of the crew?”
Once Ananda and Violetta confirmed
it, the Titans were stunned. “We seriously thought that lineage died off.”
Wilhelmina said. “Well, you know differently.” Ananda began. “So what’s wrong
with Mark?” Marchanda replied, “He’s suffering from a potential nervous
breakdown. That much I know. Other tests are being run while they treat his
condition. That includes a more specific genealogy tracing exam.” Violetta
started, “He’ll know who he came from of the quad...” then was rendered scared
for the livelihoods inside of the medical center. She stared at the Titans and
told them, “Get your asses up there and make sure no one dies once he finds out
who he came from. That’s how O’Hara got destroyed.”
The Titans took Violetta at her word
and rushed post haste to where Mark had been getting treatment. Once at the
treatment site, they relayed what was told to them over Mark finding out about
his exact lineage. “I did forget that he destroyed his hometown over this.”
Steven said. Wilhelmina nudged Ganymede and said, “Well predict the future
fucker! Will he go apeshit if he knows who the daddy or mommy is?” He replied,
“Rest assured, he will not destroy this facility once they finish tracing his
damned lineage.”
They turned to see Mark was finally
in a stable condition to be released. Marchanda advised everyone, “Take shit
easy right now. He could fuck with the plot development at any time.” The lead
technician was pleased that Mark had stabilized. “How do you feel?” Mark
replied, “Better, but still like a pit is forming inside.” The technician
replied, “I assure you of being physically healed.” As he pulled out the
results, Steven lovingly clutched Mark. He whispered to him, ‘If you should
blackout in rage over this, remember that I love you to pieces.”
The technician read the potentially
catalytic news first. “Well Mark, after advanced genealogical testing, we know
that your parents were Lorenzo of the quad and a woman literally named Jane
Doe. He donated his sperm and she was the best match for in vitro
fertilization.
She sent you to O’Hara due to him
being too broke to raise you.” Wilhelmina
muttered,
“This cannot be good even if it is technically, the best case scenario for
him.” Mark’s response was surprisingly tranquil. “It isn’t that fucking
lunatic, Christie?” “No, it isn’t Christie, Meaghan, Sawyer or Johnny.” the
technician replied. He breathed easy and kissed Steven on the cheek to let him
know that things would resume as normal. “Oh thank God you didn’t go apeshit.”
he said to Mark. After Marchanda had paid the bill, Ganymede queried, “This
Jane Doe woman you speak of...is she still alive?” The technician replied,
“Indeed she is. She’s much older, but she’s still spry enough to be in Nova
Saigon at the moment.” Ganymede feared a cliché plot development was forming.
The Titans, Ganymede, his colleague,
Steven and Mark reunited with the Legion outside. After explaining everything
that happened, they instructed everyone to reform and continue for Nova Saigon.
Ananda could tell Ganymede was on edge. “What the hell did you find out?” she
pressed. “I fear a really fucking stupid plot development will form from the
fact that his mother is still alive.” he replied. “Like her being the enemy
once we reach 120 miles total?” she pressed again. The look in his eyes gave
Ananda the concurring sentiment.
The remaining 20 miles would be
without a nuisance. Even as bandits approached the Legion, the mere sight of
the Titans had them cowering. “I think they shat themselves at the sight of
us.” Marchanda began. “They know their place and I like that.” “Or they would
only want to try and rob from attractive women of a Legion.” Ananda retorted.
“Well, you must be as safe as we are.” Wilhelmina chimed. “Double on the whole
sexual assault thing. Your being must be made of a substance even more protective
than Kevlar.”
Finally at 120 miles total, they had
reached Nova Saigon. The city’s beauty was quickly overshadowed by the reminder
that their enemy was lurking in this very place.
Each section of the Legion agreed on
a plan to separate and go into the North, East, West and South of the city
before the enemy made herself known. “That’s far enough.” she muttered. Her
looks suggested a possible connection to Valentina. “Let me guess...” Mark
began. “You had a twin sister before she got what was coming to her.” The
Titans were floored at his sudden boldness while Steven was slightly aroused.
Mark asked, “So get on with it. What’s your name so we can refer to you in the
past tense?” “Good God.” Wilhelmina began. “He just turned into one of our
executives.”
The enemy replied, “Well, you
loathsome and rude cur...my name is Adelaide Perot. As you so crassly inferred,
my sister was indeed Valentina.” Mark lunged at her and began attacking. “What
the hell?!” she exclaimed. “Don’t I get a chance to explain my motives?” He
knocked some of her teeth out and said, “You two whores probably wanted money
you didn’t deserve. Now, you’re doing a piss poor job of exacting revenge on
some money hungry, materialistic bitch you called your sister.” Marchanda
added, “Now I think he promoted himself to co-vice president of our firm with
that line.”
Adelaide kicked Mark off of her and
said, “What kind of Chris Brown shit was that?! You are so ending up in hell
for that!” The two engaged in violent fisticuffs. Mark repeatedly punched her
in the face and naval. She punched him in the naval and kicked him in the back.
As their looks were turning sanguine, Mark taunted Adelaide. “This feels like
kinky sex to me. You’re not doing shit to me to hurt me.” A legion member asked
Steven, “You two actually don’t beat each other to hell like that when fucking,
right?” Steven replied, “No...the few times we fucked was never this intense. I
hope that happens only without the knocked out teeth from now on.” Mark and
Adelaide’s fight was about to end and Mark saved his most vicious dig for her
at that time. “With this knife, I give you the feeling of penetration for once
in your life.”
The thrusting of the knife and the
grip of death had Adelaide infuriated. “I never even explained my motives.” she
muttered. He twisted the knife one time to finish her off. The Legion was
shocked that the fight ended that quickly. Violetta congratulated him on his
kill. “Nicely done you fucking maniac.” Steven grew worried that the Mark he
knew had been turned into a monster. “Mark...I’m scared for your mental state
and my life again.” Mark replied, “Relax honey. I just can’t stand arrogant
bitches that act as a fucking nuisance in my life.” “Ananda’s still alive, so
you can put up with her.” Wilhelmina retorted. “Let’s focus...” Ananda began.
“Ganymede? Was this the only enemy planned in Nova Saigon?”
He replied, “Indeed it was. Now all
we have to do is travel to Kahlo as Mark’s note had instructed a long time ago.
Hold still, everyone.” With a simple incantation, the Legion was floating over
Nova Saigon; in the guise of a flashing lights phenomenon. “I swear you must be
a disciple of Gandalf or some shit like that.” Ananda said to him. “In what
way?” Ganymede queried. “You wait until the last minute to reveal some fucking
power that reeks in convenience.” she replied. “Is that really the worst thing
about me?” he asked.
“That’s what I thought.” he added.
“Now shut up and say hello to the village of Kahlo.”
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