The locals had left a while ago. Why I was still even around I had no idea. The rain had started to pour down from bruised skies above, drenching everything, including the lava. Steam rose from the blackening blob of unstoppable destruction which had previously burnt everything in its path, unfortunately, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, light and dark.
Unfortunately for me though the eruption had caused one of the Earth's plates to move . . The island was sinking . . .
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The rain overcame the lava as it thinned at the edge of the deserted town. Each droplet of water falling in unison and filling the air with its gentle sound of falling, each soft rumble of thunder rolled across the blackened skies above and steam filled the darkened skies as the downpour showed no signs of end. Above was nothing but a dark abyss, volcanic smoke and ash mixed in with dark grey rain clouds. There was only one way off the island at this point, an old sea-plane which was used for scenic tours around the island. This was where Chaos was headed.
Kelesk walked ever too calmly towards the jetty where the sea-plane was docked, howling winds and rain blowing against him but not with enough force to hinder his stride. The town was a symbol of abandonment, something humans had been well renowned of doing; disappearing in the first sign of significant danger.
Doors of houses blew open and shut in the storm, window drapes blowing violently as the maelstrom tugged at them. The palm trees that lined the beach were nearly all uprooted, those that weren't were snapped around the middle of the trunk; sand whipped up off the beach and blew violently with the wind. The storm was getting worse . . .
As Kelesk approached the jetty it was made clearly apparent that he wasn't the only one who had the sea-plane in mind. A short man in dark clothing stood at the plane, his sword wedged in the door trying to jar it open. Kelesk raised an eyebrow looking at the hopeless soul fruitlessly trying to escape.
Waves splashed up onto the jetty, the sea-plane rocking around lifelessly in the ocean held only by a few measly bits of rope tied loosely onto the jetty and while taking the plane was a simple task, apparently getting inside it was another problem in its own.
Chaos approached the man, waves attempting to knock him from the safety of the jetty without avail, breaking either side of it's previous master until he was standing right behind him.
"Excuse me . . ."
The man turned slowly, pulling his sword from the door.
"That's my plane you're trying to break into . . ."
"This plane is now my property punk. Disappear before I need to use this," the man motioned to his sword, "for more than a crowbar."
Chaos smiled, "And who might you be?"
"The name's Grega."
Kelesk shot his hand forward, grabbing the man by the neck and slamming his head against the plane..
"Well then . . Grega . . Perhaps you'll be so nice as to take a walk with me."
Grega winced, "Go to hell!"
Without warning Grega stabbed his sword through Kelesk's stomach and twisting the blade, his grip on Grega's neck loosening.
"All talk fool . . ." murmured Grega as he pushed Kelesk off his sword.
Grega grabbed Kelesk by the shirt and dragged him back up onto land, tossing him into the middle of the street out the front of a post office.
Assorted junk blew across the city in the storm, littering the street. No birds were to be seen circling the island, or what remained, and zero sign of life now aside Grega.
"A shame I never got to know who you were, another name to add to the list . . ." Grega scoffed and drew his sword behind him, readying the executing blow.
--swish--
Asphalt kicked up underneath Kelesk's neck as the sword passed cleanly through . . Grega smirked . . It was done. He was again free to escape this hell.
Grega turned and started back towards the jetty, before he heard a silent snicker below the sound of the storm around him. The snicker slowly twisted to a manic laugh, turning to find Chaos itself standing, very much alive.
"I killed you!" Grega screamed in protest.
Kelesk only continued to laugh.
Grega held his sword out to his side, Kelesk still persisting to laugh uncontrollably.
The sword gently glowed brighter than the day was itself, the hint of light caught under closed eyelids and Kelesk stopped and watched the sword flash and return to it's normal color. Grega charged down the specter who was still stationary.
Kelesk grinned and Grega saw it too late, the Chaos Aura erupted outwards without any given warning. Grega's sword hit the auras faring edges and tried to stop swinging but it was far too late, the aura flame consumed the sword and twisted it. Grega watched in horror as his weapon was almost destroyed, but again the sword began to glow.
"How were you able to know I was coming?" Grega questioned, fighting with Kelesk's aura over possession of his sword.
"Fool . . ." Kelesk moved his face closer to Grega's, "How do you blind something with no retinas?"
"Then maybe you'll rather this." Grega replied mockingly.
The grin remained, even as the swords glow faded, the Chaos Aura dispelled, and the pain was slowly felt. The sword had shot off a bolt of light which had dug its way into the specter's chest before it ran dry of energy.
The exhale of pain shortly followed, the wound instantly cauterized by the bolt.
Kelesk lowered his view to the smoking hole in his upper right chest. Grega backed off grinning like a Hyena, clutching his deformed sword.
Slowly Kelesk's view returned to Grega, who was mouthing insults under breath.
Kelesk began to walk towards Grega, who tossed his sword aside and lowered into a defensive stance. Kelesk continued to take one slow step after another towards Grega, the grin slowly fading as the ground closed between the two, but Grega grew too impatient, charging down Kelesk, swinging first with right hook which the specter dodged with ease by twisting his upper torso backwards, Grega not wanting to give Kelesk an opportunity swung for Kelesk's now defenseless ribs with a little left jab which Kelesk deflected aside with his left forearm.
"Not terrible . ." mocked the specter as Grega went in with another huge left hook which went straight through Kelesk, "But not good enough to keep up with my dimensional abilities."
Grega froze, chaos had encroached his defense without any effort at all, slowly feeling the pain sink in as he heard one rib crack, reaching down to his mid torso and feeling Kelesk's fist. Kelesk paused,
hesitation
Grega saw the opportunity, throwing his elbow around collecting Kelesk's face on the way around its arc, whiplash threw Kelesk's head back around and the force of the blow disorientated him, Grega did not hesitate as his opponent had done so carelessly, jumping at his opponent and kneeing him in the chest before reintroducing Chaos to the left and right hooks he missed before.
Kelesk stepped back, regaining his footing and fluently dodging two more quick jabs from the warrior of light. Grega continued on the attack, pivoting on his right foot and kicking his left into the specter's ribs before kicking again upwards into Kelesk's jaw. Chaos stepped heavily backwards, almost falling over before pushing his weight back forward only to be met with another save right hook from Grega which sent him stumbling backwards again. Slowly realigning his weight and hunching forward, breathing heavily.
Kelesk dropped to a knee, blood ran freely from his mouth into a growing pool in the gutter; and still he laughed.
Grega grew frustrated, aggravated . .
irritated
He walked up to the kneeling specter and kicked his head back, the force sending Kelesk backwards, his head making a cold smack against the gutter.
Blood dribbled from Kelesk's mouth and now the back of his head forming a slowly growing pool below his head . . And still he laughed.
"Why won't you stop laughing, you have lost fool and still you continue to cry out in laughter! Why? Why? WHY?!"
No response was given with the exception of more laughter.
Grega stood over the fallen specter, grabbing him by his red hair and pulling him to his feet.
Grega walked over to a Stop sign which had almost been torn from the concrete it was buried in and kicked it out of the ground, "Perhaps this will make you shut up!"
--clang--
Kelesk stumbled to one side, blood sprayed out from his mouth like a fountain across the street.
Kelesk dropped to his knees, blood still running from his mouth making a second pool.
"Not so funny anymore is it?" Grega scoffed.
Kelesk coughed up more blood; the bolt of light had done more damage than he had previously thought. Whilst he wasn't a vampire, he was undead, so to speak, and pure light had its effects on him when used as an offensive weapon.
The laughter was an attempt to cover it but the street sign had just legitimately hurt him. Now he was grounded, Grega had to upper hand all because of trying to cover something else up and recover a little.
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Water began to wash up into the lower streets, fortunately the jetty was on the higher part of the beach so it would be a short while before it sank or was washed away, regardless, time was running out. Ten minutes, give or take, until the plane wasn't worth a damn.
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Kelesk remained on all his knees, dropping down onto his hands as well for further support.
"Ha! You had one neat trick up your sleeve and that was all . . ? Worthless."
Kelesk grimaced as he saw the stop sign headed toward him again, this time his ribs.
--clang--
Kelesk spat blood out in front of him as the sign hit, exhaling being half the cause, he remained on his hands and knees for a moment before dropping, hitting the road with a thud.
Grega turned the sign on its side and held it above his head, readying himself to kill his victim a second time. He kicked the specter over onto his back and looked into the Chaos' dull orange eyes.
"It is time we ended this for good no?" Grega mocked, lowering the sign to assure his aim was on before raising it above his head again.
Kelesk grinned, looking directly at the sign, slowly raising an arm.
Grega didn't waste time to see what the gesture was, hurling the sign down with all his weight behind it.
"Chaos . . . cough . . Bending . . ."
Grega felt the weight of the sign lighten as he closed his eyes to avoid getting blood in them, but his swing never came in contact with something solid.
He opened his eyes to see the sign in front of him engulfed in an orange glow, similar to the Chaos Aura, the sign twisting and bending within. Grega looked down at Kelesk as he dropped his hand, the sign clanged down next to him.
Kelesk exhaled deeply, blood spraying out from his mouth as he did and slowly he rolled back over onto his stomach and forced himself onto his hands and knees.
Grega couldn't believe his eyes, throwing the small bit of pipe that remained in his hands from the sign aside and slowly taking a few steps back to fully observe Kelesk.
He's actually going to attempt to fight in his condition? He's a fool . . .
Kelesk groggily got to his feet and stumbled around for a little while before finding his footing.
The pain in his chest had ceased, the only pain that remained were his physical wounds.
Kelesk reached over his back and grabbed what appeared to be a small metal rod. Grega ****ed his head to the side slightly upon seeing it, wondering what Kelesk was actually doing with it.
The rod extended into the length of a staff, Grega assumed around 5 feet or so, maybe a little more. Small clips sprung out at each adjacent end and began to spark. Seconds later large yellow energy blades crackled to life from each clip that had extended from the staffs ends.
It can't be . . The Rogue Scythe . . .
Grega backed off a little more, even with Kelesk in this frail a position, the scythe was a dangerous weapon at worst.
Kelesk's eyes glowed orange and the blades changed color slightly, "You surprised me Grega . . . "
Kelesk's Chaos Aura burst to life, flaring wildly around him scorching the asphalt beneath him.
"But now I know what little tricks you are capable of I know what to expect . . ."
Grega watched as Kelesk stood up straight, he had been faking the pain, or at least some of it.
"And your little charade ends now."
The chaos aura flared wildly as the blades of the Rogue Scythe changed to a fiery orange . .
And Chaos stepped forward . . .