Cyrus climbed into Spiders bed. Spider helped him in roughly and purposly shoved his head down. Cyrus grumbled under his breath but never said anything. It had been quite a while since Cyrus was able to use his body. He touched his chest, it felt sore. The lightining bolt from Spider had saved him, but also left quite a mark, he could feel it engraved in his skin. Spider watched him and then noticed the Tattoo over his right eye.
Spider: "Hey...how did yer get ther tat?"
He came forward and poked Cyrus' head. Cyrus knocked his hand away and then felt around his eye were Spider poked.
Cyrus: "Probably from that bastard...Obitus. He turns me blind and then takes over my whole body...making me see only what he sees. I ha..."
Spider smaked him in the face with the back of his hand and snarled.
Spider: "I dont care about yer. I would of killed yer ter day if i weren't stopped in time. Yer lucky...dont push it!"
Cyrus' head hit the pillow. He touched the part of his face were Spider had hit and stuck his tongue out, licking the blood. He then turned his head and attempted to go to sleep.
Cyrus awoke with a startle he wondered how many hours he had been asleep and sat up in his bed and looked around for a clock. Then he remembered he was blind. He sat in the bed and sobbed into his hands.
Cyrus: "The once great hunter/killer is now nothing more than a blind, pathetic runt. Living in a shack with the creatures he wish's to kill..."
He then added in a low and un-amused tone:
"Oooooh, the irony"
A creak in the floor boards made him jump and he stopped mumbling and started to listen. What made that sound? Was it dangerous? Could it think and use stratergy to adapt? All these questions rushed through his head at once.
Cyrus: "W-Who's there?"
His voice weak and petrified. He held his hands out and clutched at the air, trying to see if anything was coming towards him.
Cyrus: "Spider...Spider is that you? Anyone...is anyone there...please answer, plea..."
He stopped in mid-sentence as a Icy Grip grasped his throat. He choked and coughed and thrashed about. Talons wrapped around his neck, and a sinister laugh echoed in his ears. His vision suddenly came back and he saw a black smoke holding him. Red eyes seemed to hover in mid air and float about as the grasp tightened. Cutting off his air ways. He tried to speak but couldn't. Instead all that came out was a choke or a cough. Then the smoke parted and Cyrus felt peace. He looked around and blinked, he was in a garden...a big garden, full of tree's and little children. The children that Obitus had killed. One child came upto him and tugged his jacket.
Child: "Mr Cyrus sir?"
Cyrus turned around and crouched down at the child smiling.
Cyrus: "Yes?"
Child: "You know what you have to do right?...you have to stop him...only you can do that!"
The child brushed Cyrus' white hair with her hand and smiled softly.
Cyrus: "Stop who...tell me who do i stop?"
The child pointed over Cyrus' shoulder and whispered "Him" in his ear. Cyrus turned and looked. A black smoke was coming towards the children and destroying everything in its path. What looked like a hundred snapping jaws stretched out of the smoke and devoured everything in its wake. The childrens laughter and conversations turned into screams and cries for help. Cyrus watched as the jaws bit into the children and dragged them into the smoke. Disapearing from view. Then the smoke centered on him.
Cloud of smoke: "You have been chosen...now you must do what must to feel free..."
Cyrus staggered back...thoughts rushed through his head. What is this thing? Where are the children? Why is nobody helping the children? What does he mean 'I must do what i must to feel free'? His thoughts were again interupted as a glow shone from inside the smoke and out stepped....himself. It was like looking in the mirror. Accept he did not hold any weapon. And his counter part that stepped out of the smoke did. He smiled and mouthed "Do what you must" before pulling the trigger.
Cyrus awoke gasping for air and clutching his forehead were the bullet was aimed. He looked around the room...darkness...he was still blind. After sitting up in his bed for what seemed like centuries Cyrus finally smiled his old sinister smile and growled:
"That bastard...that bastards gonna pay...i want my weapons. I am gonna kill the mutha f*cker if its the last thing i do"
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