Vicious

[Bean Bandit]

The Shadow man grinned suddenly, and reached for Vicious. His arm elongated and it looked as though he was going to grab Vicious' head...

Only his shadowy fingers ENTERED the white haired man's head.

Vicious felt a sudden, blindingly sharp burst of agony behind his eyes...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat reeled back, clutching his head as the world around him seemed to dissolve...

Then it reformed, only slightly different...

..of course it was different. This was his house. Carthrat walked forward, opening the door...

...into a spartan apartment, with a black raven hovering overhead...

...walking towards a train, cursing his luck...

..leaving the train, discreetly flinging a slight amount of blood off his sword...

The surroundings abruptly changed again, and the ship and the shadow man reformed.. then spilt! And reformed! And split again before falling away from his vision and reappearing once again, leaving Carthrat staring at the shadow man once more...

And with a splitting headache.

"You do that again and I'll fucking kill you, bitch!" screamed Carthrat, clutching his skull.

OOC: I hope that's the kinda thing you wanted, Bean. ^^;

[Bean Bandit]

The shadow man grinned. "Now, is that any way to show gratitude?" he asked, chuckling.

"You should have a little better control of the 'urges' now." He commented, declining to mention that he'd tampered slightly with the white haired man's perspective...

[Carthrat]

"I think you'd hate it as much as I would if I groveled," replied Vicious. "And it isn't in my... Vicious's nature to thank people."

"I suppose you'll contact me after I kill Spike. Well, I'm sure you don't want to keep me waiting much longer.. unless you can give me the magic ability to dodge bullets or something.."

[Bean Bandit]

Chaos laughed.

"You know, you have the tools now...who needs magic? I'm counting on seeing some inventive, creative thinking here. Do what I want, and the multiverse is your oyster, whitey."

[Carthrat]

"Hmph," was Vicious's only reply.

[Bean Bandit]

The shadow man smiled inwardly. Damping down the dislocated person's morals and inhibitions should go quite a ways toward making him the amoral agent of Chaos that he intended....

Still smirking, the shadow man faded away...

<--->

Time resumed, and Lin looked over at Vicious. He looked...different than he had a moment before.

"Sir...are you alright?"

[Carthrat]

Vicious nodded absently.

"What's the ETA to landing?" he asked.

[Bean Bandit]

Lin looked to the pilot, who held up two fingers.

"We'll be on Callisto in two hours, sir. Do you have pre landing instructions?"

[Carthrat]

Vicious shook his head again.

"What arrangements have been made for our landing? Do we have men, ships, or weapons at our disposal?"

Inwardly, Carthrat decided to make some napalm. Neo-Vicious. He who slices, dices, and detonates. When he got off this mission and got some time... he was going shopping.

To be the best Vicious he could be!

Or something like that. It wasn't like he had a choice, anyhow.

If the situation wasn't so serious, Vicious would probably have facefaulted.

[Bean Bandit]

Lin looked puzzled. "Just what you requested, sir. Two men for errand work, unknowns, and unlinked to the Red Dragons; One fighter with an enlarged cargo bay, and the customary weapons...Do you have new instructions?"

[Carthrat]

Vicious thought quickly.

*Gren. Gren can shoot. Vicious can dodge.

However, Carthrat CAN'T dodge. So... remove Gren's ability to shoot.

How do we do that? With a...*

"...yes. I also require two flashbangs or stun grenades. Can this be arranged?"

Inwardly, Carthrat congratulated himself on his plan. This way, Lin would survive.

And that changed everything...

[Bean Bandit]

Lin nodded. "Yes. Fairly simply, in fact. Is two all you need, Vicious?"

[Carthrat]

Vicious nodded. He was slightly tempted to ask for a gun, but that just wasn't Vicious. Besides, he didn't want to push his luck.

"Yes."

And so, he remained silent for the rest of the journey...

[Carthrat]

...though his thoughts were hardly so.

Space. Never thought I'd end up out here.. the stars, unobscured by all the crap on land... I sound like an old man.

He sighed a little.

Why Vicious? Why me? That shadow guy.. he wants Spike dead. Why would he want Spike dead?

A rush of emotion flooded Vicious after the thoughts of Spike. Betrayal, fear and anger mingled into one as he was caught in a sudden ride through the memories of Vicious...

"Spike's dead. He was killed by members of Blue Crow in a shootout at a church earlier this evening."

Vicious took it in, not beliving a word of it. Spike, die in a gunfight? Never.

"What of... her?"

"She hasn't been contacted as of yet. Would you wish us-"

"I'll do it myself."



Snapping out of his reverie, Vicious's thoughts turned more alarmed..

Am I... becoming Vicious? All this anger.. it feels like I'm about to burst! It's not like Spike betrayed ME.. he only betrayed Vicious. And since I'm not really Vicious, and I'll wake up from this dream any moment...

Those chilling words struck him...

"I'm only watching a dream I never awakened from."

"I'll wake you up right now."

And the anger diminished, replaced by some fear...

It.. can't be. Never. Ever.