Finding Narcissism

The day had been quite a strange one for Aiden. He’d had to change his body twice already, which was something that would have paralyzed him before Aiden blessed him. It sometimes scared him how amazingly powerful he was now, but he could feel that there was still some sort of limit built into him. He guessed that it was just however much his body could put up with that would stop him now. His body felt strangely alive now though, and he knew that he wouldn’t be happy without a kill to wet his throat.

Leaping up into the ceiling vent, he crawled through the building, watching for a fun sort of person to destroy. Catching sight of a couple relaxing alone in a side room, he watched them for a few seconds, contemplating what they were.

“Oh Derek, I love you so much! You’ve always been there for me, even when those creatures showed up for the Master. You’re my hero!” the girl rambled on, a bright smile on her pale blue lips, her palely glowing violet eyes locked with her companions.

“Not nearly as wonderful as you, my sweet darling. You are my reason for being, and I could never ever leave you, not if I died right this moment!” the man replied, little realizing how silly his words were about to sound.

Having heard enough to know they were his targets, Aiden slammed his way out of the ceiling, dropping to all fours before the couple. Growling at them, he stood up slowly, his dark eyes watching them as he stood still, his strange legs wobbling a little as he accustomed himself to the strange feeling of backwards-jointed legs again.

“What do you want? We have no money, and we aren’t the leaders of this place.” The man stood up, putting on a brave face in hopes of impressing the girl behind him.

“What do I want? Well, there’s a very simple way to answer that.” Turning his attention to the girl, he smiled ferally and spoke slowly, his voice somehow menacing and sweet at the same time, “Do you know the fastest way to a man’s heart?”

Shaking her head fearfully, the girl whimpered a little.

Chuckling softly, he winked at her and said, “Right through his fucking chest!” And with that, Aiden slammed his clawed fist into the man’s chest, shattering his ribs as he forced his fist through the soft flesh of his organs, grabbing and squeezing his still-beating heart and ripping it loose of his blood vessels, a dark spurt of ichor spraying out as he did.

Tossing the heart into the girls lap, he giggled softly to himself and spun on his heel, round housing the dying man into a wall and leaping back into the air ducts above. Moving on through the tunnels, he licked his hand clean to the sound of a heart-shattering scream of sadness, his feral grin never budging.

Walking off through the halls of the building, Alex tried to figure out where he was so that he could find where he needed to be, but every hallway looked the same, and every attempt to use his mental powers was blocked. It seemed someone else in the building was stopping that option. That meant it was down to his normal skills.

Not the first time someone had tried that. This one would fail just the same.

Following the staircases upwards, he ended up on the fifth floor in not time at all, and came out of the stairway into a big nest of trouble.

The room was filled with pool tables and televisions, and there were almost thirty Evers using them. Standing in the doorway, Aleks looked just like any other Ever there, except he wasn’t wearing the same uniform they were. Within a minute, everyone had stopped to watch him, wary of what he might do.

“Well, where’s that little bitch I came to this shithole to kill? Cause I’m missing American Idol standing her chatting to you pansies.” Aleks yawned, looking around the room for the person he was here to defeat.

Before he could look at everyone’s face, the first one came running at him, yelling at the top of his lungs, a squat little man with dark skin, his legs carrying him slowly. At least, they were until they suddenly began stretching in midstride, along with his whole body.

Acting fast, Alex rolled to the side, his staff whistling into his hands in a blur of motion. Almost faster than Aleks could follow, the creature skidded around, his arm already much too long and grabbing his staff. Working hard to move, Aleks ran in circles around the stretchy man, tying him up in his own arm and smiling.

Suddenly, the other arm shot out and slammed into Alex’s gut, knocking out his wind. Struggling to catch his breath, Alex blocked another punch to his kidneys, his eyes bugging out some. This guy was getting the best of him, and that wasn’t in the plan.

Suddenly standing up straight, Alex grabbed the man’s hand on his next punch, wrapping the fingers around his staff and twirling it quickly, watching as the man slowly got wrapped around the long stick, mercilessly stabbing knives through him to keep him in place. Finishing, he grinned around the room and took a big bite out of his new, fleshy cotton candy.

Grinning, the man’s blood and flesh still in his teeth, he let the body loose and beckoned for them to attack him.

With a collective roar of rage, the rest of the room ran at him in a huge wave, their powers forgotten in their mad rush of fear and pain. With a flick opf his wrist, Alex the his staff into the air, twirling through the smoky room.

With all of the Evers watching his staff, he worked fast, drawing both of his Desert Eagles, his fingers wrapping around the triggers as he blew shot after shot into every one of the Evers closest to him, using up all 14 of the bullets he had in the guns within seconds, half the surviving Evers mown down in one go, huge holes blown in their anatomy.

Enraged even further, the surviving Evers threw themselves at Aleksander, their howls of pain filling the room. Drawing his two short blades from their sheathe, he grinned and set to work, slashing and splitting everything in sight, quickly beginning to toss sheared body parts back into the crowd, his evil laughter rising to drown out the shrieks of his dying foes. Soon there was nothing left of the Evers who had opposed him.

Breathing hard, Aleksander grabbed his staff from the floor and started walking toward the steel door at the other end of the room, blood soaking through the hardwood of the room that had so recently held guards for the Royal Drammon.

Now, a little bit about the man the twins were there to kill.

The Ever known as the Royal Drammon was a normal Ever for most of his life, having been discovered sometime in the early twelfth century by a crazy soldier in the Middle East. Raised among the armies of the Crusaders For Christ, Drammon learned the sword at an early age, if poorly. Eventually, he realized that he wasn’t the same as anyone else, and he set out on a journey to find his destiny, figuring out his power along the way. Eventually realizing that people had a habit of following his orders, he began an army of his own based upon his charisma and self-aggrandized military prowess, working in secret to spread his taint across the world. After repeated failures in Asia and Europe, he came to America in the later 1980’s and began to work on building himself a new army.

Notorious for his self-absorbed lifestyle, he has numerous paintings of himself strewn through his headquarters, and some of his minions are so brainwashed that they think he is a God.

His current funding comes from a nameless man in a black leather coat who never lets his face be seen, just his eerie looking eyes. His funding comes at the price of research specimens that Drammon must collect for the nameless figure.

Walking into the destroyed parlor, Aiden examined the wreckage and gore that was obviously left behind by his brother. Only Aleksander was this brutal, excluding Aiden himself. Smiling to himself, he looked up just in time to see his twin brother come flying through a dented steel door at the other end of the room and slam into a pool table.

What came out of the door next was enough to freeze Aiden’s dark blood in his veins.