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Less than a year after Nathaniel killed Isaac he launched his first attack on me that didn’t aim at getting rid of Richard. He kidnapped Sarah in the hopes of luring me into a trap. In one way it worked - I ended up in his trap. However I didn’t wander to it blinding for I had a plan, and you know how bad that can be. In fact it was a plan so reckless and drowning with stupidity that until this war I had never even come close to surpassing the insanity of it all.
We didn’t even know that it was Nathaniel who had taken Sarah. In fact we only knew that she in trouble because I’d had a kick in the brain. At the time of this mission GMT was in the middle of an age of research centered on increasing an individual’s magical powers. To this end they developed a substance known as decotrimison. It was manufactured with god-only-knows what and could amplify magical abilities tenfold.
But it was basically overdrive in a test tube. It had killed every single one of his test subjects and against Richard’s wishes I convinced Michael to steal a vial of it and I injected myself with it, knowing fully well how lethal it was. That is why that mission would later be called “Mission Death Wish”. Richard was completely against it from the start. Who’d have figured? Him not wanting me to inject myself with a deadly chemical, I guess that big brothers can be like that. After I injected myself I had my very first full on vision. It was of me going into overdrive from the injection.
Within an hour I knew where Sarah was and who had taken her. Needless to say not a lot was holding me back when I learned that Nathaniel was behind it. So I went after then and I fully intended to kill Nathaniel. For most of the mission I was having full on visions. I don’t remember most of them because they fried part of my brain - yeah I know that that would explain a lot of things except that I healed.
See the visions, they hurt a great deal and the reason I was unable to have true visions until I was grown up was that I was physically unable to handle the havoc they could wreak on my body. It felt like my brain was being constantly torn to pieces from the inside. Not to mention that I also had to deal with an excess amount of magic in my system. And if you’ve ever had that happen to you then you know how much it hurts, your whole body straining to keep up with it and your heart beating approximately three times as fast and as hard as normal.
It was extremely horrible, the pain so unending. It was so strong and it came without any chance of reprieve until I died. That was the deal I’d made when I stuck the needle into my arm. More than once I collapsed from the utter agony of it all. Richard, of course, was out of his mind with worry. There wasn’t a second throughout the whole ordeal he didn’t stop trying to get me to change my mind, but I wouldn’t. In the end it was worth it. I mean Sarah is still here isn’t she?
The power boost that I got was what I needed in order to get Sarah back without it I wasn’t nearly strong enough. I disposed of Nathaniel’s hired demons with ease before I turned on Nathaniel himself. I don’t remember much but I’m pretty sure I lost it, completely. I let go of my rationality, my control, which was a mistake when fighting Nathaniel. He was gifted at using his mind for battle, which is why I should have used mine. My mind had the potential to surpass even his but I didn’t care. But even still I think I would have beaten him, I was rather strong after all. It was my first real attempt to kill Nathaniel, one of many I would make on his life.
Sarah started screaming when Nathaniel’s blood splattered all over her. I think that I’d forgotten she, Michael and Richard were even there. They were all staring at me like I was some kind of monster. I hated it but at the same time I couldn’t make myself stop. I had the upper hand for a change. I remember the Sarah begged me to stop and while I was distracted Nathaniel was able to escape. I felt horrible in my failure, after all Isaac had taught me a deep lesson concerning failure.
We left and while we did I had a vision. In that vision I saw my death at the age of nineteen, on the rooftop of Lakeview High School, with my army fighting below me. Of course at the time I didn’t know how old I would be or where it would happen, I just knew that it would. I saw it when I was nine years old, that was when I first knew of what my destiny would actually entail. Not even a second after that vision ended I went into overdrive. It was horrible, the pain was beyond words. I begged for death with every fiber of my heart, something that I never thought that I would do.
I woke up a few weeks later in the GMT infirmary. I got an earful from everyone, Doc, Richard, Michael, Sarah. Really it never stopped, even till this day. The magical world flipped when news of our little renegade mission spread. I had done two things that the magical world had thought was impossible until I did them that day. The first and the lesser impressive of the two was that I had managed to seriously wound Nathaniel Perkins in direct battle. The second and the more impressive was that I had gone into overdrive and lived; no one had ever even thought that it was possible.
I immediately started sketching everything that I saw that day. The building, the roof, the skyline and most importantly the people fighting below me. It was one of the few things I took with me when I left GMT. And I ended up meeting every single person I ever drew in that sketchbook, you know you’ve seen it. Well the decotrimison research was destroyed except for a second vial that I had Michael steal before the mission that I used during this war.
Richard never really forgave me for it. I got endless lectures about it. About how reckless I had been and how lucky I was that I was still alive. At first that was all he said to me. Once I left the infirmary, Doc wouldn’t let me go for a while, Richard got serious with me. He didn’t like what he’d seen in my fight with Nathaniel. I’d tried to kill him, that had clearly been my intention. He sat me down and told me point blank that I was a nine year old girl. We sat in silence while he forced me to figure out what he meant. I did figure out and I didn’t like what it meant.
I was nine and my only goal in life was to kill my brother, a flesh and blood human. Of course there was a problem with that. I hadn’t really stopped to think about. I didn’t understand the difference between killing demons and killing humans. Isaac had taught me that demons were like humans and that they were intelligent creatures doing simply what they had been taught to do and there was nothing wrong with that. He had also taught me that not all demons were evil and not all humans were good. Richard had taught me that killing demons was our jobs and the right thing to do. And so somehow, between the two of them I had come to understand Nathaniel’s train of thought. If demons weren’t entirely bad and that same as humans, and killing demons was fine then logically killing humans would also be fine.
Luckily the world is run by more than logic; it is driven by heart and emotions just as much as it is by the mind. And when I realized that that was what I had been thinking I freaked out. But still we both knew that one day I would have to kill him. What neither of us knew was that Nathaniel would not be my first human victim.
 Zegwarian310 · Sat Apr 05, 2008 @ 01:11am · 0 Comments |
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