Dimensional worries...

[Jacob]

*Setting: The large, towering skyscraper cast a vast shadow in the beige moonlight across most of the city. It was the biggest one in the city of Lorel, even taller than if you stacked the Glukkons and Orkhids apartment blocks on top of each other. The purpose of the building was unknown to most of the lower inhabitants, as many could barely read and so all of the reports in the paper were of no use to them. But to the well-educated inhabitants, the large skyscraper owned by Martel Miel had a, somewhat sinister, meaning, depending on your alliegence. The skyscraper was the base of operations for the Cartel, a place were all the factory work was taken and mulled over. Where all the employee records were kept and were all the wanted posters for the terrorist faction were produced. And at the top of the large, blackened building was the head office. The guy who had kept the ball rolling, who had built ten more factories for every one destroyed. Martel. He was Mudokon, his skin a mixture of blue and green and his plume of feathers a glorious bright purple. Few people knew of the fact that he was Mudokon and, those who did, were less than pleased with it. But thus far there had been few attempts on his life, and all attempts had failed. And all beings involved had suffered. Tonight he waited, stood outside on his balcony, feeling the cool breeze on his skin as he looked at the ground some 850 floors below. The inhabitants looked like Ants, and to him, were nothing more.
*Clatter*
He turned, vaguely phased by the loud ruckus that had been emitted from the entrance to his office. Slowly he stepped back inside, closing the white balcony doors and brushing down his very expensive grey suit. His office was adorned with trophies and pictures of the various races he was friendly with...though, only through business purposes. His large desk was practically bare, aside from two rather exotic looking plants at the side of it. The wood shined, grade A Koalis tree, one of the now extinct plants that the Cartel had harvested for its wood.
*Thump*
The sound of something hitting his large doors and groaning caused Martel to look up, with a strange look in his bright blue eyes. Then the door opened, the corpse of a Mudokon security guard falling into his room, blood spilling from the head which had a large slice in it. The being who had caused this blow was stood in the shadows of the room previous, only a large axe visible in the moonlight showing, blood dripping from its blade. Slowly the creature stepped forward, revealing itself to be of Orkhid race. A female. Her jacket was blue denim, the arms ripped off, with frays showing were the arms once were. She also wore denim shorts, these too had frays at the end were they stretched to her mid-thigh. Her hair was black and as she entered it was clear that her eyes were a dull brown. Her once white top was now stained with the black blood of the security guard, and as she stepped forward once more, it was obvious she was not a creature to underestimate.*

Martel: "I see you've made short work of my employee's. Still...at least i don't have to pay them now."

He smiled comfortably, as if unphased by the large axe that was being held menacingly by the attacker.

Female: "You've killed too many, you've destroyed too many lives. And i..."

Martel: "And you're here to end it, right? You're here to finally stop me, the "big bad", from hurting anymore of the lowers...right?"

She moved forwards slowly, her large boots thumping dully on the thick blue carpet. Her axe hung low, dragging along the carpet and not only slicing into it but staining it with blood.

Female: "Miask told me you'd try and stall. Try and make me stop me from killing you straight away...heh, it won't work. I'm not afraid of you, he gave me a little something, Miask did. Asked me to have it on me at all times, apparently it protects against your kind..."

She fumbled in her right pocket, pulling out a small blue stone which glowed intensely. Martel merely smirked, walking around the side of the desk to the front and then standing only feet away from her. Placing it quickly back in her pocket she then grabbed the axe with both hands and got into an attack stance, brandishing at him, as if expeting him to lunge at her. He didn't. He merely waited for her to attack, which she did. Quickly and with immense force she swung the axe at him, aiming for his neck and hitting it with precise aim. There was a sickening crunch and slice as it hacked through the bone, causing Martel to stagger backwards, stunned. Blood spurted from his neck, flew towards the female Orkhid and then suddenly evaporated into grey smoke. The massive gash across his neck suddenly sparked with red electricity, the electricity then pulled the severed wound closed, sparking viciously. The wound then healed. Martel stood, smirking at her calmly. She then attempted to bring the axe downwards on him, aiming for his head, but, inches away, it stopped, quivering in her hand.

Female: "You...BASTARD!!"

She tried to force down on it, tried to push it closer to his head, but it wouldn't budge another millimetre. He smiled at her, looking her up and down.

Martel: "Even with another blow i wouldn't die. Why do you think your primitive weapons are a match for me? Really, why?"

The axe suddenly flew upwards, hitting the ceiling and slicing into it were it then stayed. The female backed away, still in her fight stance as if she was ready to fight him in unarmed combat.

Martel: "Millions have tried to kill me. Millions every week. Beit by majick or fighting. Banishing or Soul stripping. Don't you cretins understand? I can't be killed. Without me, there is no you."

He stood, staring at her, expecting her to realise.

Female: "Liar. If evil was necessary, how come there's places like Heaven and Paradise. There is no evil there, none at all."

Martel: "And those poor beasts are sorrowfilled. Not themselves. They long to be normal, and normality can only exist with me in the fold. Of all the Dimensions i've seen, of all the worlds that have evolved since the dawning of me and my brother. Worlds like mine are far more happier, far mo..."

Female: "Happier? What's so happy and good about evil and despair?"

The Mudokon laughed, mocking the Orkhids lack of knowledge as it began pacing around her, causing her to shift around anxiously.

Martel: "You couldn't possibly hope to understand. Not in the state you are now. Look at you...pathetic. You will though, soon, when your body is a decomposed wreck and your Soul finally freed, then you will realise where happiness really lies."

Holding out his hand, palm up, the Mudokon then created a ball of pure red energy which, vaguely, resembled a world.

Martel: "Dimension after dimension, world after world, they will all fall. Crumbling before me as their inhabitants finally give in to the inevitable."

The female lunged forwards, attempting to knock the Mudokon off his feet, but as she did so she was quickly stopped in mid-air and lifted feet above the ground. The Mudokon stared intently at the ball, his power so strong that he barely needed to concentrate to go against the laws of physics.

Martel: "There is still a seed in you, waiting for its chance to grow. To blossom. What makes you think you're immune to its hunger?"

Female: "Because you, you bastard, can't manipulate me, like you're doing with him."

She spat these words with hatred, pointing at the body of the Mudokon. Martel looked down, smirking as he touched his chest. He then caused the ball to disappear in a whisp of red smoke.

Martel: "Untrue. So very untrue. Did Miask tell you that, hm? Did he tell you that only the true evil could be possessed by i? Lies, all lies. Even that pathetic little rock is useless. When will you mortals learn, hope is just as dangerous as the most powerfullest weapon, but one hundred times attainable."

He held up his hand and immediatly the small blue stone that the female had placed in her pocket flew out of its concealment and into the palm of the Mudokon, who smirked as he admired it up close.

Martel: "Even the larger ones pose no threat to me."

He clenched his hand shut, emitting a bright pink light from the gaps in his fist which, when disappeared, were replaced by a whaft of pale blue smoke. He then opened his hand and stretched out his fingers, small pieces of black ash gently floated down to the ground, leaving the female to look on in mortified horror.

Female: "B...But Miask said..."

Martel: "The stones of Perath harm only my seeds, my children, not me. Miask seems not to tell his warriors that when he sends them to their death, maybe because if he did, he would have no warriors to waste."

The face of the female suddenly changed, no longer was it full of determination and anger, only doubt and worry.

Female: "Why, why should i believe you?"

Martel: "Why not? You don't seem to have a choice, do you?"

He slowly began moving forwards, and in seeming response, the floating female began gliding backwards. He was looking her in the eyes now, talking to her in a soft, calm voice as if he had all the time in the world.

Martel: "Mortals guard me, unknowingly protecting the very thing that will be their undoing. If i wanted to, i could have Miask and his followers executed. Dead before they got the chance to find out about your...failing in this suicide mission."

As they exited his large office and began walking out into an equally large corridor, passing doors on either side of them, Martel stopped, peering around the floating female and looking at the large lift further down the corridor. Slowly the doors opened with a faint 'bing'.

Martel: "So, a choice. Join me and swat the flies that consistantly pester me, or...or don't."

He smiled, stopping himself from revealing her fate if she chose the second option. It was obvious what she was going to do, however, and before three seconds had passed she had looked Martel deeply in the eyes and told him to do something quite unsavory to himself.

Martel: "So be it."

With a sudden blast of red and pink light, the entire front of his body seemed to glow brightly. The Orkhid looked on in shock, her face lit up by the intense glow, which slowly began to, seemingly, eat away at her face. It started to sizzle away at first, turning a bright red with black edges, blisters began to form and pop. Blood oozed from her nose and eyes, which were now slowly turning white. Her mouth opened to let out a piercing scream, but all that happened was her tongue began to blister and her throat dried instantly, causing her to croak, gagging as she did so. Seconds past and the light emitted soon began to die down, until there was no light at all and the front part of Martels body was visible again. The female however still had foul blisters and burns on her face, her once deep, brown eyes were nothing but a milky white, and still she tried to scream in agony. He looked at her for a while, watching as she writhed around in mid air, her legs kicking out and her hands, also slightly burnt, clutching her face. Turning the Mudokon then stepped back into his office, the corpse of the security guard suddenly evaporating into smoke as the large, office doors slammed shut. For a while, the female carried on writhing in pain, lolloping about in mid-air like a Fish in a boat. But as her pain seemed to intensify she was quickly thrown backwards, her body flailing through the air, nearing the lift with immense speed.
*Thump*
Her entire body collided viciously with the back of the elevator, forcing her to the white, elevator floor with another loud thump. The doors then closed, the button to the ground floor pushed in on itself and the lift began its 850 floor journey down to the bottom...

~End~

(OOC: Just a quick note, this, although set on Oddworld, is set in a different Dimension. Hence why a Mudokon is head of the Cartel etc. So yeh, set in a different Dimension of Oddworld, any comments?)

[WiLL the Wander]

Very good... there is more or just this?

[Jacob]

Just this, more shall be revealed in due course.