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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 30, 2015 8:08 pm

    And so the lamb walked over to the lion, eager and blissfully ignorant of the awaiting slaughter...

    "Ah, you are not late. Good." It was a false sense of security. Judge Fear gestured with a rotten hand for Kev to stand no more than three meters away; far enough but also within the optimum range. "Before we begin," hissed the Dark Judge, "you mussst firssst underssstand the psssi-flux: an invisssible force that entwinesss all objectsss within thisss universsse." Some called it the Force, God, or the Wellspring of Creation. It truthfully mattered not what it was called, only that it be recognized and harnessed. "And it isss through the psssi-flux, cadet, that both you and I are able to manipulate itsss energiesss for our own purposssesss and benefitsss. It isss asss every much a part of you asss you are a part of it." One is all and all is one, isn't that right? To further demonstrate this principle, the ghoul directed Kev's attention at Metus; the dog was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what was about to transpire.

    The air grew cold and an uneasy sensation permeated the backyard... "Obssserve, cadet, asss I manipulate the common beassst, itsss mind subject to my will." There was a frightened yelp as Metus scrambled to stand upon all fours erect, the fine hairs upon the back of his neck bristling. Confused and feeling a heightened sense of trepidation without understanding why, the poor Great Dane hopelessly ran around as he barked an invisible, and imaginary, enemy.

    "Anger."

    Metus abruptly halted in his tracks and growled, eyes locking onto Kev.

    "Sssorrow."

    Aggravated snarls instantly devolved into pathetic whines.

    "Fear."

    Whines became shivering legs and a bowed head, the Great Dane cowering before the alien.

    "Pain."

    And finally, after having suffered through so much in so little time and not knowing why, Metus crumbled onto his side. Oh such horrible, tormented cries! Help me, friend, help me! I hurt and I know not why! I burn and I know not why! Why aren't you helping me...?

    A sadistic display performed by a sadistic shell of a man. Whatever had taken a hold of the poor dog vanished, and Metus hobbled away with quiet whimpers, ears drooped and his once-noble posture broken. He took one last glance at Kev before vanishing past the cottage wall. "An easssy tasssk," rasped Judge Fear. Unsurprisingly, he did not sound too fussed about having just tortured a defenseless pooch. Evil is as evil does, yes? "The average beassst, no matter the sssize of itsss girth, can be held dominion over; be it a creature ssso sssimple asss a dog or cat, to even a mammoth leviathan sssuch asss a whale or elephant. There isss hardly a beassst on thisss earth that cannot be fassshioned into a worthwhile tool for the capable psssychic." But you must be asking yourself, cadet: what about people? A pleased hum escaped the undead fiend's sinister helm as he contemplated such a novel inquiry. Ghostly eyes fixated upon Kev hungrily.

    "There are thossse, cadet, who will argue that the psssi-flux isss to be usssed for "good" purposssesss; for sssubjective viewsss of right and wrong. There are thossse, cadet, who will argue that the psssi-flux isss not to be explored, that it isss to remain relatively uncharted territory and viewed asss sssomething to be feared and not utilized." Therefore...

    Therefore, the Dark Judge reached out with a gangrenous hand and betrayed his own emotions with a delighted hiss. "I am of a disssenting opinion." The smile in his voice couldn't have been more apparent.

    WRITHE.

    One word was uttered in the void and only one was necessary.

    Do you remember, Kev? Do you remember during an age of Dark, where times were bleak and the days were numbered? Recall... Recall as copious amounts of decay snake through your veins, the fiend's yellow eyes locking with yours. Though this time, cadet, your misery will not be as quick. You sunk to your knees in burning agony, the rot slowly coursing throughout your body at its leisure. How excruciating this have been for you... How awful and cruel... And to think, cadet, that it must have felt like hours.

    Recall Injury isss a marvelousss talent, whispered a soft, rumbling voice. Through it, an adept psssychic isss able to bring up previousss woundsss and once again inflict them upon their sssubject. I wonder, cadet... What woundsss do you have to bare?

    As the sickening aroma of fresh decay and rancid meat filled the alien's nostrils, lungs gasping for air, the agony had only just begin. There was a sickening twist and fire traveled down Kev's spine. Do you remember, cadet? Do you remember when the demon's shade had stabbed you in the chest? Yes... Yes, you do. Feel how intimate his blade slipped through your scaly breast, ribs and muscle parting way for the sword of kings. Excalibur had not been kind to you, had it? Every unhurried turn of that sharpened edge was as affectionate and thorough as any lover's embrace. It was, alas, destined to give way to another memory. The sword was exchanged for simpler instruments, their points whittled to a precise point and refined.

    And do you remember, Kev, how you had laid there, pinned down and carved into like some unintelligent animal? Do you remember the icy caress of their stainless steel blades, of their scalpels gingerly slicing through flesh and muscle alike?

    Aware?

    Mm... How wonderful it isss, to watch asss you sssquirm about the grassss like a lowly worm. Ahh, sssurely you can mussster up the ssstrength to thwart me? A game. It was nothing more than a game to the Dark Judge.

    Again that foul outstretched hand turned, Judge Fear wrenching himself further and further into Kev's psyche. And what is this, cadet? Is this the memory of you turning into a battery? Of you having the life gradually sucked from your enfeebled corpse to power a cursed town? Why yes, it was. How about we take another visit down memory lane, hmm? How about we deliberately stretch that ill-fated day into weeks... months... years.

    Would you like that, cadet?
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 30, 2015 10:25 pm

    The Judge seemed quite happy with Kev's timeliness, which seemed to be a good first start!  He gave a little nod and quickly moved as directed, three meters away, before directing his attention onto Judge Fear as he began to explain. Psi-flux? It was not something he had ever heard of. The Judge described it as some sort of force that united all objects in the universe? Objects? Inanimate objects and living beings, united by a force that binded them together? That was what he got at least, from the way Judge Fear said 'objects'... as he explained more however, it made more sense. It was basically what allowed the two of them to do what they could. For Kev's people, one was a part of the whole and one had to do what was best for most. Though in Kev's case he'd been taught that this force was just the power of the mind. Not necessarily a force that connected with everything else in the universe. So far, the alien was interested.

    Though uneasiness grew as the Judge directed him to the sleeping Metus. The air grew sickly and cold, and he was commanded to watch as Fear began to manipulate and use his powers on the dog. Metus awoke, the dog distressed and not understanding what was going on. The Dark Judge intoned a few words however. At the word 'Anger', Metus looked to Kev and growled, the alien putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. Next came 'Sorrow' and the growls became whines. 'Sorrow' became 'Fear', the dog cowering from something he did not understand. And finally, 'Pain'...the dog collapsed on his side and cried out, eyes on Kev as he did and the alien watched his suffering, horrified. Frozen in one place and not knowing what he could do. Eventually his pain ebbed away, the dog picked himself up hobbled away from the two of them, though he spared one last glance at Kev. The alien's eyes teared up as he looked back at the dog, feeling...helpless. Metty...

    ... wrote:"An easssy tasssk,"

    Kev's head turned sharply to stare at Judge Fear, feeling indignation and disgust rise up in his chest. An easy task, to harm a dog who loyally served the very person who had just harmed him. An easy task, to make the dog cry out in such pain. The alien kept his mouth shut but the emotions radiating off of him spoke volumes. Never had he been disgusted with him like this. Not from being thrown up on, not from Fear's status as a corpse, nor Fear's actual philosophy and intent to commit genocide. But to watch him torture the friendly Great Dane like that...the alien was already trying to think of some ways to make the Great Dane feel better, lots of loving and maybe even a bit of turkey leg to gnaw on. He deserved something nice.

    Judge Fear explained that there wasn't a beast alive that could not be used by a psychic in such a fashion. Any beast could be made to feel the way Metus had just felt, and the alien realized that if animals could be used like that...couldn't people? Suddenly he realized Metus was like the appetizer, the opening act. He was going to feel the way Metus felt, wasn't he? The Judge's eye slits seemed hungry, almost, and Kev was regretting his decision to do this entire thing. Was revenge truly worth it? The alien stood stock still as the corpse explained that some people viewed the Psi-flux as being too powerful, something best left alone and never experimented with. Frankly, Kev was of the same opinion. Something like this was...too strong, too powerful, too much. It was downright criminal! But Fear...was of a different opinion.

    Kev tried to prepare himself. The Judge wasn't being subtle with how much he was going to like this, to enjoy this. This wasn't going to be fun and he knew it, he desperately braced himself. It was not enough. Under the power of a single word, the alien's skin suddenly felt like it was burning. There was a flash of predatory yellow eyes and his skin was on fire, layers lifting off of him to spread the burning to his muscles. Mr. Dark. With a brief but pained yell, the alien dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself. The cozy cottage, the lovely meadow, all of it was gone and all he could feel was his body rotting all around him. No matter how tightly he tried to grasp onto himself, he could feel himself melting away under the decay, the pain only lingering deeper and deeper, down into his bones and further. "A-ah...agh! Please...!" He whimpered, the pain was lasting a lot longer than it originally had! Before this had lasted a very painful, but short time. It stopped and he had died! But of course...this wasn't 'real'. The alien gave a small cough and shook his head, trying to shake away the smell of rot as a voice began to whisper in his mind. Recall injury...the corpse's words were like a sign of what was to come. There was so much pain for him to choose from. This was only the beginning! The alien shook his head fervently. "Please, please, don't do anything, please-!"

    The alien's plea was cut off by a sudden, sharp scream as he jerked, arms falling to his side and the alien's body language seizing up, as if he had just been stabbed. The rotting may have finally stopped, but a new pain had replaced it. Fire shot down his spine, and his chest felt like it was being ripped apart. Although it had been many years and this pain had not killed him, the pain brought the memory back in an instant. They had been made to fight their own sins, guilt, shame. One, was a dark version of Hellboy...Kev had used his power to force the doppelganger to stab himself and he'd stabbed himself alright...and Kev as well. Hands shaking, the alien grabbed at his chest and tried to pull out the invisible sword, to wrench it out and make it stop stop stop stop stop. In the end, he could not hold in the tears anymore as he started to sob, pained and terrified.

    It wasn't over. A new sensation gripped him, several hands pinning him down onto the ground as many sharp instruments began to dance over his sensitive skin, scalpels slicing away at him and instruments carving into him. The alien began hyperventilating, struggling against the hands and finding that he couldn't get away, their fun was not over yet. The one who had stopped them before was Leslie, and she wasn't here anymore. She could not save him. Fear's voice had returned, and as soon as he spoke again it seemed to make the alien sob all over again, curled up and clutching the grass as he was bombarded by pain he hadn't felt in years. The Judge seemed to want him to fight, but how could he fight this? He shook his head and curled up even tighter, though the feeling of their sharp tools continued to dig at him, to his core. "I can't...I can't...I caaan't!" He wailed. "I can't take it...! Please! Please stop!" He didn't want to revisit any more memories. He didn't want to feel this pain anymore. He didn't want to hurt. He just wanted it to stop.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 31, 2015 3:08 am

    "But cadet," rasped the fiend, "we are only jussst beginning."

    Did that make you angry, Kev? Did watching Metus' misery invoke a slumbering beast within your chest? Your disgust was positively exquisite. Nay, euphoric. You naive fool... You should feel angry. You should feel disgust. You should feel bubbling contempt for the decrepit ghoul looming before you. This creature was not your friend. This creature was not your ally. This was Judge Fear, one of four Dark Judges who believed that all life was a crime. You had fallen for a monster!

    Never could the truth be more clear. Never, as the alien lied there in bittersweet agony, Kev reduced to nothing more than a sobbing, distraught mess. Do you like him now, Kev? Do you thoroughly enjoy the fiend's company, knowing that he would torture both you and the dog for his own nefarious agenda? As was expected of Judge Fear's ruthless nature, he paid no mind to the alien's frantic pleas. Why should he acknowledge the words of a sinner? "Ssss..." Look at you, Kev. Look at you, curled up on the grass like a pathetic maggot. Did you truly think that the Dark Judge would heed your tearful appeals? You had asked for this. You had wanted this. And all for the glorious afterglow of revenge... Mm, how far we are willing to go, to see our enemies crumble before our very feet. Physssical sssuffering isss but the mossst sssuperficial of painsss, said he, your tormentor. The sickly aroma only intensified. It isss nothing compared to the anguisssh of the mind, the vessstibule of our thoughtsss and psssychic ssself. Obssserve, cadet, asss I demonssstrate your sssecond lesssson.

    And then it began anew...

    A breath of relief washed over Kev as the unnatural pain left him, his body no longer under siege by a power vastly outmatching the alien's. But as one hell was exchanged for another... Should the alien dare to glance up and peer through his teary eyes, fury no doubt blossoming within his quivering breast, he would only be greeted by darkness. Darkness and...

    K-Kev... You said things would be a-all right, Kev...

    Do you remember him? Do you remember the little boy now standing before you, his eyes wide and timid? Of course you do... How could you forget this child? How could you forget about Rhys? Look at him, Kev. Look. At. Him. You told him that things were going to be okay. You told him that there was nothing to worry about. You told him not to fret over his impending death. You did that, Kev. You. You told the boy a lie and he took it to his grave.

    I trusted you... I believed in you...

    Where is he now, Kev!? Where is Rhys now!?

    But it didn't stop there. Oh, it never stopped there. In the hazy gloom of regret appeared several murky silhouettes, eight in total and varying in their shapes and sizes. Do you recognize these figures, Kev? Perhaps you needed a brief refresher...


    Do you hear them, Kev? Do you hear their words reverberating within that skull of yours, their daggers twisting into your back? Fitting, considering you had done the same to THEM!
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Sat Jan 31, 2015 9:04 am

    Judge Fear wrote:"But cadet, we are only jussst beginning."

    The answer only made the alien whimper, moving his arms to cover his head, as if that would shield him from what else Fear was going to do. What else counted as these 'mental exercises'? He was afraid...more than anything he was afraid, rather than angry. Once it was all over and his wits were gathered, then he would be angry but for now he was just afraid. Kev had known how strong, how powerful, how scary Judge Fear could be, but he didn't realize he could be...this scary. To inflict past injuries on him, and enjoy doing so. Right now, he was not a friend. He was not anything but someone he needed to get away from, hide from, like a boogey man. Except he had waltzed right up and befriended this thing. There was no hiding from him anymore.

    The alien flinched when the Judge spoke in his mind again, preparing himself for more pain. What would it be next, the fight with Gaara? The one with Bun-Bun? What was he to feel, next? The Judge's words spoke differently however...physical pain was nothing compared to the pain of the mind. Judge Fear had about as much to choose from here as he did the physical pain, and Kev cowered before him. "No more, no more! I'm sorry, I'll do anything you want!" Did you want nukes, no strings attached? He'd give you the nukes, you could kill him right now and deliver his body to Ridley, no catch, no bond, no nothing! The scaly alien froze up as pain suddenly left him. He could feel now that his body was whole. There was no rot, there was no dastardly surgery, there was no sword sticking out of his back. His body was complete. Kev peeked through his arms, sobbing ebbing away as he blinked at the sudden darkness. He gingerly sat himself upright and wiped at his face with his sleeves, feeling suddenly ashamed and upset. So his mental agony was darkness? That was fine, he'd gladly sit in the dark. Kev doubted that he could look at that heartless-

    ... wrote:K-Kev... You said things would be a-all right, Kev...


    The voice may have been a little hard to remember, but there was no mistaking that face. Pale skin, red eyes, brown hair. He looked so much like his mother... "...Rhys..." Kev's immediate reaction was to embrace the boy, but he knew he did not deserve to touch the child. Not after what had happened. This poor boy had been when they found out that those who were born in the Breach, were meant to die within it. While the citizens who were outsiders may died a thousand times, one such as Rhys only had one shot. Kev had been one of the last people he'd seen, the boy had clung tightly onto Kev and buried his face in Kev's chest. Abandoned by his parents, the boy had killed someone to quench his thirst for blood. That was against the Vampire Laws of the time. Kev could still remember what he said to the cowering young boy, who was so afraid and did not understand what had gone wrong. Everything will be alright. Go with them, everything's going to be okay.

    Kev cringed when the boy spoke again, shrinking back from him. "I-...I didn't know." He didn't realize that the Vampire police were going to punish Rhys by beheading him, killing him once and for all. It had been an accident! So many other people had murdered others and not been punished! Even Kev's own hands were not clean! Rhys deserved to live so much more than he himself did! "I didn't think they were going to kill you! I swear, if I knew, I would have protected you!" Protected him in the way that his own parents could not. Worse still was that it had taken forever to even learn that Rhys had been killed. Months went by, and it was only when a drunk Phantom stumbled into the Sanctuary and revealed that Rhys was dead, that anyone knew what became of the boy. Kev should have protected him...helped him. His mother had disappeared, his father was stuck in the Pool...why didn't he realize how bad it'd gotten...?

    More people appeared, some immediately recognizable and some taking a bit of time to remember, but rest assured. They had been forgotten about as much as Rhys had. They had all been people that Kev cared for, loved. They spoke...they spoke and the words they said hurt more than any pain he'd had to endure throughout this exercise. Useless. Disgusting. Stupid. Waste. It was true. He was completely useless to the people he loved, he was a disgusting shell of a person, he was a complete idiot and he was a waste of space on this Breach. There were so many people who deserved to be here more than he did! Worse still were their eyes.

    From the apathetic and uncaring eyes of a married couple he had been ring-bearer for, to the sad, heart-broken eyes of two people who had loved him, only to be hurt. In Blade's case, only to search for love in all the wrong places. Sonia didn't do that, because she loved him too much to look for love elsewhere, to fall in love with the first person to look at her kindly. Sonia had been too smart for that, and now look at her. So much pain. So much despair! Why couldn't he accept her love and reciprocate it? Even now he didn't feel that he could, and he turned away from their pleading, hurt eyes, only to find accusing eyes take their place. Eyes of green, red, and bluish purple. All three had once been so dear to him, all three he had cherished. One he had bonded himself to mentally, another he once called brother. Kev tried to muster up some anger, accuse them in return. For they had left him, they had abandoned him and in one case, used him! He stood a bit straighter and sharpened his gaze at them, but their words were like nails on a chalkboard, ringing about in his skull. Tears built up in his eyes again as he shrunk back from them as well.

    The bond of brotherhood he once had with Megamind, Harry, and 5 was nothing, in the end. A push of some kind to force themselves to be a family. What had he really had in common with them? With Megamind, he shared being a lanky alien, and nothing else. (That's not true, you could become him.) The cerulean alien was a fool, a mindless inventor who caused more harm then help. He sought out harm, he sought out pity, he sought out love and was like a cup with a hole. No one could love him enough, no one could pity him enough, no one could hurt him enough for him to leave people be. More, more, more, he demanded, refilling himself only to run empty. When his 'brother' had been kidnapped, the large headed alien only collected a new brother, one Kev definitely had nothing in common with. With 5, Kev shared cowardice. ...That was it. Truly, such a great foundation for brotherhood! Kev was no brother of Megamind's now.

    Kefka, had once been an enemy. Someone who he had been told would hurt Terra. A monster, genocidal, hurtful, evil creature. But nothing humanizes a person like watching them die, and so when Kefka had sacrificed himself in the literal belly of the beast, Kev had found sympathy for him. In truth, Kefka likely didn't die to save them. He admitted as much, he died for curiosity! To see where the rabbit hole lead. Still, when those events had concluded, the alien got to know him and they became friends. The clown became a confidant. Someone with whom he could be honest about his feelings concerning everything he was going through at the time. And to hear Kev's whining, when coupled with that of Karkat's and the befriending of Wheatley, they had changed Kefka. The evil, genocidal clown had found his humanity. Kev deserved that hate, who was he to cozy up to an evil being and befriend them? He should have known, more than anyone, the changing nature of love and friendship. It had changed him, after all. In so many ways, good and bad. Kefka had been changed, Kefka had been unhappy, and in the end, Kefka had left.

    Terra had been a fine friend, but they only became closer when they had been kidnapped by the priests, and put into the same cell. In an attempt to escape, they had initiated a mental bond. Afterwards, they kept the bond going,  feeling some comfort in it. Terra had been a lot more open then Arius, a lot more comforting. She had been so kind, so open. Yet like all things that were kind, she had been made to suffer. Kidnapped by Priests, kidnapped by Kefka, killed by Alpha, and rejected by a troll that once called her mother. When Karkat withdrew his affection for her, Terra had left the Hive, no longer feeling welcome. Kev had allowed her to live with him, and he did not mind doing so. Leslie had disappeared at the time, and to have company was great. Leslie reappeared not long after, but Terra was still allowed to stay. And yet...

    No matter how close they had become...

    No matter how much he cared about her...

    She left. Just like people always do. Terra Branford had left him with no 'good bye' and a throbbing headache. If they had been close, why did she do that? If she cared about him, why did she toss him aside so easily? The answer was simple. Because he was a waste of a bond, to her. In the end, while she meant the world to him, he meant nothing to her. The alien crumpled in on himself, unable to escape their accusing, hurt stares. Unable to escape their words. Pleading to Judge Fear would get him nowhere. In the end, all he could do was break down and cry.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 31, 2015 3:08 pm

    It hurt.

    It hurt so much.

    But an agreement is an agreement, isn't that right, cadet? You were in too deep - they were in too deep. To take the easy way out now, after having suffered through so much... it would be nothing short of insulting. No, cadet. No, Kev. No, friend... You will gaze upon your deepest, darkest fears and embrace them. It was the only way, don't you see? Sssloppy, hissed the Dark Judge. You offered not a sssingle line of defenssse againssst my psssychic intrusssion. In fact, the alien hadn't even tried. Tearsss, mm... Tearsss will not get you far, cadet, nor will sssympathy. It isss time to begin your third lessssson: the death of your immortal sssoul. There was no other warning.

    BAM, BAM!

    In one second there was the asphyxiating darkness of the regretful mind, and in the next... chaos. Explosions rocked the world, the luscious grass of Kev's backyard having been replaced by cold hard asphalt. Towering skyscrapers gleamed overhead, but so too did billowing plumes of black, angry smoke. He was in the city... In a city besieged.

    Do you remember this, Kev? Do you remember, as Phazon consumed the world? Should the alien glance down upon his own hands and think to embrace himself, realize, Kev, that you had become the very thing you feared... a monster. Surely you have not forgotten what it was like to be powerful? As the blue creep slowly devoured the city streets, people screaming and running for their lives, not everyone would be so unfortunate of a slow, agonizing death. Before the alien were three figures running towards him; emerald scales, khaki strips, wide frightened eyes... They shouted to him, their little legs carrying them as fast as they could, but -

    BOOM!

    ...to no avail. Dark-green blood splattered upon Kev, his children torn asunder before his very eyes. They were not the only ones to suffer, however. In the din of mournful sobs and panicked shrieks, Portal City on the verge of collapse, a tiny figure struggled against the Phazon. "Baaaa...!" A fleece as soft as goose's down and as colourful as the juiciest berries clashed against radiating azures, little black legs trembling. "Baaa...!" the poor animal cried again, body overwrought with unimaginable agony. For several moments did it pathetically rise and stumble again, each attempt more draining than the last. Phazon ate away at the sheep's coat, the corrosive substance eating its way down to the flesh, and soon the air began to smell of roasting meat. It fell onto its side one last time and did not rise, eyes pleadingly directed at Kev. "B-Baaa..." Help me... Help me, please... Heavy, laboured breathing transitioned into wheezy rasps, skin and muscle seemingly melting in layers... H-Help... m... m-me... A single gasp escaped the sheep's slackening mouth and thus perished Mary. She sunk into the Phazon, gone.

    Why didn't you help her?

    In the corner of Kev's vision walked a pale woman, her hair a striking lavender and in her golden eyes... sorrow. She stepped into the Phazon, willingly, and knelt before the very spot Mary had once been. Pale hands reached into the insatiable mutagen and retrieved a barely recognizable amalgamation of horror: the bony fragments of Mary. Wounded, the woman looked up at Kev and matched his gaze. What have you done...? A ghrá, what have you done?

    Nothing, is the answer. You did nothing, and the woman was left to mourn the loss of a beloved pet. You let her die, Kev. You let Mary die, and for that...

    Slowly the woman rose, Phazon eating away at her legs and forearms. Porcelain flesh gave way to muscle, and muscle gave way to ivory bone. She cared not, however, and never once let her calm demeanour fall. I go now, she whispered quietly. I go, away from this madness. And go she did. The woman turned to face the Phazon and headed forward, marching toward her inevitable demise. You would not be joining her, Kev. How could you, when you were tethered to the earth by thick, steely chains? Gaze upon your wrist and ankles... see how they were bound, keeping you from joining your dear Keptoya. You were trapped.

    As your eyes frantically looked to see where the chains led, to perhaps free yourself of these cruel shackles, a twinkling glimmer shone above the city. It was falling rapidly to the world below and displayed no signs of slowing. You knew what this was, didn't you?

    Leslie didn't.

    ...Bang!

    There wasn't enough time to cry out, to react, to do anything. A brilliant flash consumed the sky and for everyone within the city limits, excluding yourself, it was the last thing they would see before a roiling inferno evaporated them into atomic nothingness. An angry mushroom cloud rose upward and the city was reduced to a molten wasteland, where nothing survived. None of the citizens, none of the invading Space Pirates, and no Phazon... Just you, Kev. You in a barren field of radiation and death. You and...

    Chains rattled and chains jingled, now you were able to see where your fetters led... Standing three meters before you as undaunted and determined as ever loomed the Dark Judge, his arms outstretched and inviting. Around his bony wrists were chains, your chains, and the symbolism became clear.

    This is our fate.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Sat Jan 31, 2015 4:55 pm

    The Dark Judge offered up his criticisms, the alien bristling at them. "What do you expect me to do when you use these people against me?!" Friends, close friends, the majority of whom were gone now. What was he to do when suddenly faced with these people again, their disgust, their sadness, their hatred. There was no line of defense, no rehearsed words to block them out or persuade them otherwise. They could only pound his head with their painful words. Judge Fear insisted that tears weren't going to get him very far, and neither would sympathy, before ominously stating that the third lesson was the death of his immortal soul. Before he could question what that meant, the blackness had melted away to reveal a ruined city. Explosions rocked the area, there was blue all around, and he glanced downwards for a moment--

    His fingers were tipped with sharp, curved talons, bluish in color. His arms had acquired more muscle than was natural. The alien stared down at himself in horror, before raising a clawed finger to gently prod at the bottom of his eyelid. His eyes were likely...blue. "..." This was irredeemable. To turn him into the very thing that haunted his nightmares. The suffering of the city around him was ignored for a moment, still caught in his own. The power that surged through his body seemed to serve one purpose and one purpose only, and that involved punching a certain helm in. Though before he could get rightfully man, the appearance of three young Kryptonistanians sent him into a state of shock.

    He had seen these children before, when they faced Glitch!X. They had melted into goop right before his eyes begging him to answer why he had abandoned them. This wasn't going to be good. The young scaly aliens ran his way, with wide eyes. Shouting to him, as if they wanted his help. Kev's body tensed as he stared back at them, and suddenly there was an explosion, or an attack of some kind. The three young aliens had been destroyed, rendered to nothing more than blood splattered across his skin and clothes. A shaky hand reached down to the edge of his shirt, sharp talons lightly prodding at the dark green blood that stuck onto him stubbornly. He knew he should have expected it, after the last time he had seen his children, but it was still...painful.

    ..! wrote:"Baaaa...!"

    His head jerked abruptly towards the noise, eyes widening at the sight of a purple sheep, struggling to free herself from the Phazon. Kev let out a sharp gasp and covered his face with his hands, staring and unable to move as the scene unfolded. The little ewe cried out repeatedly, struggling against the goo that was like acid to her pretty vibrant wool, burning away her delicate black skin and sinking down deep into her. "Oh, Mary...!" His voice seemed to crack, vision blurring up with tears again as he watched the poor sheep struggle and suffer. He wanted to approach her, wrap his arms around her like last time, but he felt like he couldn't move. He was still coated in the blood of his own children and everything was going too fast...! His grip tightened on his chin as the sheep expired, talons digging into his skin, though he did not notice. There was nothing that could possibly be lower than-!

    A voice spoke out, gentle and lilting. Kev recognized it immediately, and he turned to face the woman lingering in the corner of his eyesight, facing the Moon Fae he had not seen in over a year. Her eyes were still the same shade of yellow...pupils like a crescent moon. Hair, soft and purple...pale and beautiful and disappointed. "Keptoya, get out of there!" He stepped forward, stopping when Leslie grabbed out what remained of Mary, only bones, and stared back at her. "I didn't...I didn't do this...there was nothing I could do! She was gone the moment she touched the Phazon!" Mary could not be saved and neither could Leslie, her defiant march into the Phazon had not been kind to her, as she was eaten away as well. Arms and legs reduced to mere bones, and she marched her way into the Phazon. On some level, Kev had to admire that Leslie was going out in such a dignified manner. A lady, even to the end...!

    He stumbled forward, perhaps in a vain attempt to save her, or join her, or to just have the luxury of holding her in his arms once more, but he was held back. Chains were now attached to his wrists and ankles. The alien pulled and struggled against the chains, falling down to his knees with a sudden and sharp scream, eyes looking upward at the dark, smoking skies of the city. "HOW DARE YOU?! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-! NO RIGHT, BRINGING HER INTO THIS!" Hot, seething betrayal was bursting from him, hurt and angry that he had used Leslie like this. It was one thing to make him face people he'd lost, to kill his children, to make him watch Mary die, to subject him to the torturous pain of the past. But Leslie...did not belong here. Neither, did a shining light in the middle of the sky that was falling and falling fast. He remembered this...

    ...Bang!

    Just like the vision Judge Fear had shared, the nuke dropped and decimated everything within its path. This time however, as the clouds blew past him and the city was rendered to dust and wasteland, he did not react at first. He did not cower, or cover himself, or even attempt to shield himself. He stared forward, where Leslie had last been, and where now there was nothing. The metals and glass of the city had been melted, everything flattened, everyone dead...except for Kev. And...Judge Fear, who had finally shown himself. There was the usual jangling of chains that signaled his appearance, but now Kev could see where these chains had come from. They were attached to Judge Fear, the two of them bound by these chains. Fear's arms were outstretched, as if wanting Kev to come on over. Join him in a celebration perhaps, on a job well done.

    The alien stared back at him, mind still reeling from everything. The physical pain, the mental pain, and this...this...which cut deeper than any sword or scalpel, hurt more than any hurtful word from a friendly face. Everything was beginning to blur around him, vision suddenly swimming. He was overwhelmed. With no other noise made, everything turned to black, a comforting black. No more pain.

    ---
    Awareness came to him slowly, the alien feeling sluggish. His eyelids were heavy and thick, the alien barely able to keep his eyes open. From what little he could perceive, though, he was...inside? His eyes continued to slowly blink, looking up slightly to see a helm looming over himself, and it was only then that he realized there was something cold caressing his head. Icy hands, with sharp tips, though they did not pierce his scaly skin. He realized, then, that the helm staring down at him with bright eyes was Judge Fear. His pupils roamed around the room, noting that it was the living room. He was on the couch of the living room, a blanket covering him. Metus was also in the living room, sitting in the chair and resting, possibly asleep. He seemed to be resting soundly. Good boy, Metus. Good boy, happy boy, no more pain for you, Metus.

    The alien let out a soft moan and shuffled on the couch, limbs feeling rather heavy, and his head? It was practically an iron weight. Kev attempted not to move it anyway, not sure what the Dark Judge was doing. Kev's brows furrowed for a moment, wondering what had happened, and he found that what had happened was...still there. Everything, every moment was there in his memories, most definitely not a dream. It made his head throb to think about it though. Everything that happened was not quite so shocking and painful now, but when Kev's eyes shifted back to Judge Fear's iron helm, he was...unsure. Unsure of what to think or feel. Everything that had happened...it was not like the physical training. The alien had been correct in his worry, that these exercises would destroy him. Anger still lingered in his breast somewhere, a fiery rage at his former lover being used against him. Some fear as well, that almost made the alien try to pull away from Fear. Sorrow, because Fear had done all of this, because Kev himself had been too weak to fight back. Disgust and rage and betrayal, all of these emotions building up inside his chest yet smothered by the simple fact that Kev was still so disoriented. Still just shaking off what had happened, and almost numbed by it. So tired. And his cold hands felt nice right now...Kev laid there, and stared up at the Judge with a dull look in his eyes.

    He said not a word. He'd leave the first word said to be Fear's. Perhaps then he'd be able to shuffle through these conflicting emotions and find one to cling onto like a life raft.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 31, 2015 5:52 pm

    Disgust.

    Rage.

    Betrayal.

    You were validated in feeling each of these troubling emotions, Kev. You were validated in wanting to sever everything.

    But alas, you could not. Just as he could not. Remember, Kev, that you had willingly agreed to being trained. You had willingly confided in the ghoul your raw feelings, laying yourself bare and vulnerable to inspection. And remember, Kev, that he was not the enemy. At least not for the three long, arduous months ahead of you.

    It had been an hour since Judge Fear began the taxing process of psychic surgery, the epitome of a telepath's powers. And epitomes, as one may find, were not without their hefty prices. The first victim to be seen was Metus; the dog had been found hiding beneath a pile of firewood, shivering. His recovery had been... promising, at best. Though the Great Dane had suffered a grievous blow to his trust and loyalty, Metus had welcomed the psychic surgery with an open mind. As a result, the dog had lapsed into a restful sleep and had not stirred since the operation began. He will be fine, yes. He will, so long as the faithful companion remained slumbering on the chair and left undisturbed. All was forgiven in the eyes of this loving, obedient dog.

    As for Kev, however...

    Things were not so easy and the damage had been great.

    Judge Fear was a creature largely belonging to that of more negative properties; seldom were the Dark Judge's abilities, and even himself, viewed as positive forces. That is why, despite his second attempt at performing psychic surgery within the same hour, the action had been incredibly draining. A skilled psychic was he, yet the ghoul was not without his own limitations. By the time Kev came to and developed awareness, the Dark Judge was at a fraction of his otherworldly power.

    "Good afternoon, cadet," he rasped. The words were slow, quiet. Exhaustion was evident though unspoken. "I am pleasssed to announce that you have sssurvived your firssst mental exercissse." But? "But, you will not be able to perform the ressst given your current ssstate."

    Rather decent of the undead fiend.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Sat Jan 31, 2015 6:46 pm

    Judge Fear...was many things. So many bad things, and yet a few good things. Gazing up at Judge Fear, his emotions only mixed, like paint in a jar. A monster, this man was a dark and vicious monster. Sadistic, cruel, and Kev wished to give him a right good thumping! And yet the hands felt so nice and comforting. Judge Fear had brought him back inside, given him a blanket, was doing...something. Truthfully, Kev had no idea what Judge Fear was doing, if anything at all. But the headache he had developing was throbbing a little less. This was part of a training session that he had agreed to. All of this, he had agreed to. He had not been forced into this. This all had a goal. There was an endgame to this...though at the moment it was hard to recall. Revenge...definitely revenge of some kind. ...Ridley. Revenge on Ridley. But...was it worth this...?

    Judge Fear spoke, voice sounding tired and raspy. Good afternoon...? "What...time is it...?" An important question, considering that everything that had transpired within Kev's skull felt like it had taken so long. The physical pain, the mental...it all felt so longer and drawn out. Was it even the same day? The Judge announced that Kev had survived his first mental exercise, but that the rest, he could not endure. Not right now. Not like this. It hit Kev, then, that he would have to do this, over and over. For the next three months. That had only been the first mental exercise at that. What more would he have to suffer? What more would he have to go through?

    The alien taking a few shuddering breaths, eyes still on Judge Fear. "I-I can't...I can't do it again. I can't do this..." He brought a hand up, fist clenched over his heart. "I-Is it really worth it...to go through all of this pain to finally k-kill Ridley...?" He didn't seem to be addressing Judge Fear in particular, gaze more at the ceiling then anything. He wanted space, he wanted to be alone, he wanted Fear out of the cottage and he didn't want to look at him, yet at the same time he didn't want any of those things. Things had gotten so complicated...nothing was an easy decision. He hated Judge Fear right now, and yet...and yet they were bound to each other. He could not kick him out. He could not leave him. Everything had to be weighed accordingly in order to decide. But what was the weight of revenge? What could be sacrificed to earn it? In Kev's eye, he could recall the very last segment of the exercise. A world, nuked, and Kev himself was shackled with Judge Fear. The two of them were linked and bound by a chain, both equal to it. Neither was the holder of the chain, both shackled to it and stuck with each other. Was this fair? Was this right? Fear had told him to do what he felt was right. He was unsure what would feel right. Steadily, his gaze centered back on the Judge, and he stared at him again. With a slight gesture at his own head, he asked "What're you doing...there?"


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 31, 2015 7:00 pm

    "It isss currently 13:15," came the level answer. And all while keeping both eyes fastened upon the alien's. It was both a blessing and a curse to know the time, as well as the direction one faced. The cost may be steeped to some, however.

    "I-I can't...I can't do it again. I can't do this..."

    Doubt, mm... Doubt and fear.

    To be perfectly honest, Kev could kick the Dark Judge out. He could bloody well do whatever he liked, truthfully. So he thought himself bound to this agreement and to this hellbent agenda... It was all in tongue, wasn't it? And the ghoul had stated that Kev could back out numerous times. Nothing was compelling the alien to commit, not even their... well, admittedly complicated relationship with one another. Mutual partners, friends, what else have you... It was all rather troubling to ponder. "I cannot anssswer thisss," Judge Fear hissed. Though the question had been rhetorical and he knew this quite well, the ghoul nevertheless felt that he ought to reply. "Only you, cadet, can dissscover the anssswer that you ssseek. I can only guide you, asss I have been doing sssince you awoke." A conundrum, to be sure. Kev most likely would not understand what the answer was, and this was expected. Maybe in a few more weeks, hmm? Maybe, maybe...

    Curious, the alien asked what the undead fiend was doing. "Psssychic sssurgery; an ability that all great telepathsss ssshare." Though some were no doubt better at the talent than others. Judge Fear was naturally considered the latter. "I am ssslowly reversssing the damage you had sssuffered during your firssst mental exercissse, although the processss isss fatiguing. You will be up and able in due time, cadet."

    In due time, in due time...
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Sat Jan 31, 2015 8:36 pm

    13:15? That didn't sound right. There was nothing above a 12 on clocks! Though it took a few moments of pondering, and he realized that Judge Fear was talking in 'military' time. Right, right. So about...1:15? In the afternoon? "It's only been like...an hour?" How could it have been an hour? He knew things in the mind were different from outside of the mind but...still! That was crazy! An hour had passed...

    The both of them had given each other an out. Made it clear to each other that there was no real obligationto continue anything. And yet when given an 'out', both continued what they were doing. Continued on this path that both befuddled them and made things morally murky. Was it perhaps, just a dance? A tango between a sadist and a masochist? Or had the two just managed to find something, and wanted to stick it through to the end, through good and bad? Whatever it was, the two were rather stubborn on this, perhaps both bound by their loyal natures. The Judge answered his rhetorical, insisting that he could not answer this quandary. Kev appreciated the honesty. Indeed...only Kev could decide if this was worth it. Judge Fear was a guide, an instructor, but he could not make this decision. As it was, the alien was unsure. On one hand, overcoming this suffering would thicken his skin, make him stronger. Just as Judge Fear said it would. But the journey to thickening his skin hurt. "I..." He still seemed unsure...but he was willing to try his best. "I will give it a few more tries...if it doesn't get any better, then I have my answer."

    Psychic surgery...? According to Judge Fear, it was an ability all great telepaths possessed. He'd never known anyone on his planet to have any powers like that. The name implied healing and indeed, Judge Fear informed him that he was reversing the damage done by the first mental exercise, the alien's eyes blinking at the answer. "...Really?" And it seems to do such a thing was actually rather tiring for the Dark Judge. Although the alien still had his hurt feelings, he felt sympathetic for Fear. Up and able, then? "Don't rush yourself, just take your time." The alien's lids slid closed, just enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the cottage. "...What are we going to do? Since...we cannot do any mental exercises, and you will be a little...fatigued."


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 31, 2015 9:01 pm

    That is correct, cadet. It had only been an hour.

    "I...I will give it a few more tries...if it doesn't get any better, then I have my answer."

    But was it an answer the alien would be happy with? This, sadly, could not be realized until Kev had reached that point. Accepting of the alien's opinion for now, the Dark Judge quietly nodded and delegated his remaining strength for the procedure. Speaking was only utilized when necessary, as it would be soon enough. "You are going to ressst for another hour and forty-five minutessss." It was hard to imagine Kev disagreeing. "And I, meanwhile, will gather my ssstamina and prepare your ssspiritual exercisssesss." It was also hard to imagine him disagreeing here, too.

    It was... sad, really. Should this have been Law School and Kev an actual cadet, he would have been instantly expelled for fainting as he had an hour ago. Not everyone was cut out for being a Judge, though Judge Fear had to remind himself that the alien wasn't aiming for this goal.

    He was aiming for something a little more... selfish.

    Revenge was a fickle mistress.

    "It will not... be easssier, cadet." The ghoul had to say that now, before Kev got the wrong idea that things would magically change for the best. "You will experience thessse uncomfortable memoriesss and sssensssationsss for the next three monthssss. Your doubtsss, your regretsss, your fearsss... There isss no essscaping thisss if you wisssh to pursssue your goal further, and I cannot logically and judicially grant you leniency." It simply wouldn't be right. Corpse fingers stirred, rigid fingernails lightly scratching emerald scales. "What are you going to do, cadet, if thingsss do not become better?" Are you going to quit? Are you going to runaway? What are you going to do?
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Sat Jan 31, 2015 9:35 pm

    Indeed, there was no way Kev was going to insist he leap out of the couch and continue onward. Judge Fear would also need his rest, and so the next hour and 45 minutes would be their time to gather themselves together. The spiritual exercises...what in the world were those things going to involve? It made him tense up just to think about it. "A-alright..." He agreed, gears still turning as he tried to remember what his schedule had said about the spiritual exercises. It was a little foggy...hnngh he should have studied that paper. Kev was content to sit there in silence with the Dark Judge, which is why he was slightly surprised when Judge Fear spoke up.

    Indeed...it never did get any easier, did it? One just had to make due with such things, because the things Kev had faced were not conjured up out of nowhere. They all had a basis in his own mind, in his experiences. The words of those he had encountered may have been made up, but the feelings involved from those words, the pain those experiences gave him, were simply born from Kev's doubts, regrets, fears. Nearly everyday for the next three months, he was going to be faced with these memories and sensations. Over and over, he would repeat it...so long as Kev wanted to continue to meet his goal, he could not just stop. The alien shifted his head towards the light scratching, eyes opening again to look up at Judge Fear. An honest question had been asked, and he needed to give an honest answer; if he was unable to cope with these mental exercises...what was he going to do?

    "..." His brows furrowed for a moment, pondering. "I think, in the end...I could live with Ridley's existence. If all of this was for nothing and I just cannot do it...I will just have to accept that Ridley gets to keep existing here. He gets to live on, plot against the world, and I tried my hardest to bring him down. And I simply could not. It would be...hard...but there's little else for me to do..." The alien hesitated for a moment before he reached up to place his hand on one of Fear's. "And I would try to make this up to you. You've put a lot of time and effort into this, and I'll try to make sure you get something as compensation. This may have hurt me and I...and I may be upset about how this all went down..." He almost withdrew his hand from him at the mere thought that Fear had enjoyed his suffering. "But...I..." He struggled with the words for a moment. "I understand that this is how it has to be. You can't...help me grow by making it easy." He knew this, on some level he understood. Yet at the same time the pain and fear and horror filled him with so many negative feelings. Of course...sometimes the ones you love are the ones who hurt you the most.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 31, 2015 10:10 pm

    Kev could live with Ridley's existence... Pardon him, friend, but the Dark Judge was respectfully keeping his dissenting opinion mum. "I do not require anything asss compensssation," was the honest response. Judge Fear was not someone who went looking for bribes or kickbacks. What he desired above all was justice; to know that the iniquitous living were at last purged from this world and ushered into a state of righteousness. That is what any decent Judge of the law strove for.

    Judge Mortis would no doubt desire the same.

    For some odd reason, however, Kev thought otherwise. Why? True to his enigmatic nature, the Dark Judge did not physically respond to the alien's touch. Mm... A mystery and a half, that Kev. He understood things very well (according to his words), and yet... he allowed himself to be tortured in such a way? He allowed his morals to be skewed just for the Dark judge's sake? It didn't make any sense, logically. Was this, perhaps, Stockholm Syndrome? Was the alien in denial about everything? Did Kev sincerely believe that anything worthwhile could arise out of this... relationship? Judge Fear could not rightfully understand, yet he was in no place to question. If a sinner wished to aid the law in acquiring weapons of mass destruction, so be it. And if a sinner was to be discarded or otherwise removed... so be it. The law was the law, no matter the consequence. ...Or so the Dark Judges kept reassuring themselves.

    "It isss natural to feel upssset by what you had experienced. You had little warning and it wasss too much too fassst. Neverthelesss, you will learn how to combat sssuch attacksss asss the daysss and weeksss progresss. You will sssimply have to perform your bessst and apply defensssive techniquesss." It was not impossible, not by a long shot. Any capable psychic could thwart another if they focused hard enough, or if they outmatched their opponent with sheer skill and form.

    Would the alien be able to, though? This was, after all, roughly fifty years' versus several centuries' worth of psychic ability.

    Tired.

    The alien was no doubt tired and confused.

    Those same icy hands that brought Kev comfort removed themselves and the Dark Judge rose to his towering height. "I have done all that I can for you," he rasped. "You may continue to ressst here until 15:30; by then, I fully expect you to return outssside to the backyard to resssume your training. Do not be late, cadet." Same old, same old. Though the ghoul had not been as acerbic this time around.

    No further instruction, no additional words. Judge Fear shambled out for the backdoor, his usual corpse gait sluggish, and out of the cottage he went. The air became easier to breathe and the unnatural gloom subsided.

    15:30, cadet. Don't forget.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Sat Jan 31, 2015 11:10 pm

    Of course...Judge Fear answered as he always seemed to. 'I need nothing, Kev. I don't need compensation, Kev. You don't need to give me anything, Kev'. Out of all of the mysterious ways of the Dark Judge, his philosophies and his morals and just...everything about the corpse, his attitude on this subject had to be the strangest. Sure, Fear was undead and fine, maybe he didn't desire anything outside of the law...but it made it hard to try to reciprocate. The Dark Judge had done a lot, was still doing a great many things for Kev, and it was only logically that he be repaid! But how do you repay he who does not desire to be repaid? Well, in a manner aside from 'death'. The alien nodded his head anyway. Kev wasn't about to push anything on Fear right now.

    Stockholm Syndrome was too easy and...hmm, perhaps there was some denial in Kev's noggin. However, it wasn't just for Judge Fear that he skewed his moral center. Revenge was a big part of his desire to kill Ridley, but it was also about a sense of justice. Kev's sense of justice dictated to him that there was nothing redeemable in Ridley, and so he should not be here. He should not be given the chance to destroy the world all over again! Granted, this method gave that very same chance to destroy the world right over to Judge Fear...but Kev would prefer Fear have it, and know that Fear intended to use it, than to let Ridley sit on the weapons, never knowing if he'd use them. Throughout all of this, he was trying to do what he thought was sincerely right; Ridley living wasn't right. He did not deserve it. He needed to be removed. Extinguished. And though Kev feared change, he also wanted to change. He knew he could not continue on like this forever. All these years, he had been about the same, in most ways. That method had gotten him hurt...many times. Kev needed to get a tougher skin. To be stronger, without slipping too far back. More than anything he needed balance. This was all as much for himself as it was for Judge Fear.

    Really, he'd like nothing more than to give Fear a good slap across his own face, so that he'd really feel it, and to tell him to find those nukes another way. And yet, where would that leave him? Stagnant in this cottage? Going to work everyday, saying hello to the same people everyday. Not knowing what to do as those familiar faces melt away and disappear. Stuck in the same agony as before, because he simply could not get over the hump of this mental exercise, these pains that still hurt, even without Fear's help. What Fear had done was painful, what Fear had done did make him angry...but if he could finally make peace with all of those inner demons...he'd be much better for it.

    Judge Fear insisted that Kev was right to be upset, the alien giving him a brief look that said 'you're damned right I do'. Still, as the days and weeks progressed, he would learn to combat these visions. "I will...perform better than I did today." Now that he had an idea of what to expect. Alas, the icy hands were removed. The Judge allowed for him to rest on the couch until 15:30. That was...hmm, about two hours. A bit more. That ought to be enough time...right...? "I will be there, Sir. Not a second later." The Judge shambled away, and Kev turned on the couch to face the backrest. The two of them needed space anyways...considering his own reactions to what he had seen, it was plausible that more than the psychic surgery was bogging the Dark Judge down. Not that he was going to apologize for that. The alien stared ahead and let himself drift off; not quite asleep, but definitely not a hundred percent awake and aware either. More of a catnap than anything. It felt nice.

    ---
    Some time had passed and eventually the alien blinked several times, becoming aware of his surroundings again. He was no longer foggy and 'out of it'. Kev couldn't help a slight groan as he sat himself up and looked for the nearest clock. 15:28?! In an instant, the blanket flew off and the alien bounded across the room, heart pounding. Out of the backdoor, he practically leaped, stumbling his way through the grass and coming to a stop before the Dark Judge, taking a few moments to catch his breath. Soon afterwards, he stood at attention, though his form was tenser than it had been before. Were the spiritual exercises anything like the mental? Was it going to hurt? Was he going to pass out again? Only one way to find out, cadet...


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Sun Feb 01, 2015 12:49 am

    Who said the undead didn't need breaks?

    Whereas the alien had spent the bulk of his downtime on the couch and flitting between consciousness and otherwise, Judge Fear had taken this brief reprieve as the perfect opportunity to catch up with his smokes. Ahh... old habits die hard and eternal spirits of the law even harder. He shamelessly reclined against a weathered old tree, gangly arms draped over its fallen branches and legs crossed at their ankles. Truly the epitome of relaxation, though Judge Fear knew not the word. It was nevertheless a weird feeling, to not be going about the world and actively purging its sinful populace. The Dark Judge admittedly felt a teensy bit guilty for sitting on his undead buttocks and doing absolutely nothing... He reckoned he'd be doing a lot of that until Kev learned a few defensive techniques.

    Nicotine and carcinogenics proliferated the crisp afternoon air, ethereal eyes peering through wisps of deadly smoke. So, that had been an experience and a half, hadn't it? Kev spectacularly failing his first mental exercise, that is. Judge Fear honestly should have seen it coming, but what branch of psychic school did he not belong to? That's right, pre-cog. Ugh, maybe he should have specialized in something other than telepathy...

    Empathy was certainly a right pain in the ass.

    ...huff, huff, huff!

    Eh, what was...?

    And here the man of the hour was, Kev nearly tripping over his two feet to avoid being late. "Ha ha!" The Dark Judge allowed himself a curt laugh, plumes of toxic smoke billowing out of his helm. "What'sss the matter, cadet? Afraid of a little optional exercissse?" Guess those push-ups had been quite the trauma. He got up with a horrific sequence of creaks and wasn't exactly bending at the knee to greet the alien, posture stooped. "Alright, time for your ssspiritual exercissse." This was honestly the least favourite part as far as Judge Fear was concerned, which meant Kev will no doubt enjoy it immensely. Or... maybe he wouldn't? It depends, it depends. A leathery hand nonchalantly gestured for the alien to follow, heavy chains melodiously jingling. This way, cadet, this way. You can't be expected to embrace your spirituality with all those distractions, now, can you?

    Away from Kev's cottage, away from civilization; they entered the forest and soon found themselves at the babbling creek behind the alien's charming abode. "Thisss isss the place," Judge Fear rasped. This is the place where it was quite scenic, with its sun-dappled groves and its picturesque colours. Blech, nature... Far too green and peaceful for his judicial tastes. He pivoted with a clumsy twist and was largely out of his unnatural element.

    "Sssit." There was the first command. Judge Fear had himself a seat on the grass as well, though out of the sun and nowhere near the running water. It wasn't good for a corpse to become wet, remember?

    Spindly legs crossing and still smoking like a jaded old geezer who continued to exist solely out of spite, the undead fiend idly shooed away a swarm of amassing flies. Wretched things... Go find another host to pester! "Right, then. I sssuppossse I ssshould explain that a psssychic isss only asss good asss their ssspiritual ssself; thisss being the sssoul or whatever your kind call it. That thing, mm..." Where was he going with this again...? Oh right! "If your sssoul isss weak, your mental ssstate isss weak. Not a terribly hard concept to grasssp, cadet. The reassson you had failed ssso ssstupendousssly during your mental exercissse isss becaussse... well, you're weak." As considerate as always. Judge Fear lightly shrugged, ash sprinkling his glossy trousers. "If you want to be able to withssstand sssuch a pyssschic attack, you have to learn how to reinforce your sssoul; to overcome your innermossst doubtsss, regretsss, and fearsss. And you, cadet, have a lot of thossse." But didn't they all?

    Food for thought, food for thought.

    "Now, where ssshall we begin with you, cadet? Ssshall we begin with your physssical woesss? Your mental ailmentsss? Perhapsss what bothersss you deep down in the pit of your breassst?" What'll it be, hmm, Kev? What would you like to tackle first? You've got three hours and Judge Fear has enough smokes to last.

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