*Please note that the places and people mentioned are works of fiction and any resemblance they portray is purely coincidence*
THE ZENZOLAN RAINFOREST ~ 12:17 A.M.
“Please! Please! Please don’t kill me! I’ll tell you whatever you want! Where the money is, where the girls are, who’s runnin’ the operation, everything! So please don’t kill me! Please!” the man pleaded to the one chasing him. “Awww. That would be a nice offer, but your friends back there already told me everything, and they really did waste their breaths in doing so. I must confess, that I’m not after your little human trafficking ring. You see, I’m not a hero. But sure I’ve got a fancy suit and everything. I know it gets a little confusing. So let me clear it up for you, nice and slow.” the mysterious chaser told him. “My name is Faro, and I’m more intrigued by the cave ruins your people stumbled upon while raiding the nearby villages. Rumor has it that a couple of your men went in and when they came out they seemed...different. Is that correct?”.
The man began, “You slaughtered all of our men for a stupid cave! Who the fu--”. “Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.” Faro interrupted him, “This is a very special cave. That holds something very valuable of mine. Now, where is it?” Faro asked, kneeling down with a menacing gaze. The man, terrorized with fear, answered “I-I-It's just a few miles north, towards the Ganzen Cascades, the entrance was hidden behind some boulders and trees.”. Faro suddenly had a smug look on his face, “And let me guess, as you approached the entrance you all had the strange urge to turn away, hmm?”. “Yes.” the man answered with surprise. “And yet a few of your men were still able to get in anyway. Hmm. It seems the old man is losing his touch.” Faro said happily.
He then looked back at the man with delight. “Well thank you kind sir for the insightful information. I’m sure it will be of use. And as the respectable gentleman I am, I will let you go”. “What?” the man replied, still shaking with fear for the thing in front of him. “Well you told me the only piece of information that I wanted to know, without annoying me that is, so you’re free to go.” Faro answered, gesturing his hands telling the man to leave.
The man didn’t waste a second trying to get away. He quickly got up and sprinted off in the other direction knowing his life would depend on it. Faro watched as the man’s silhouette got smaller and smaller, pulling farther out of reach. Faro then whispered to himself, “Haaaaa. Normos sure are naive”. All of a sudden, out from Faro’s back, and through his coat, burst four tentacles that looked as if they were made out of sand or dust. They swiftly pierced through the air, aiming for the running man. The tentacles, with their tips, pierced the man’s legs and arms simultaneously, holding him upright. He let out a hideous cry; screaming in agony as he bled out from his punctured limbs. “Oh shut up already.” Faro complained. Suddenly, a fifth sand like tentacle popped out from Faro’s back, and with a precise blow punctured the man’s head and ran right through his screaming lips dripping with the man's blood.
KASUDARI VILLAGE, ZENZOLAN RAINFOREST ~ 4:43 P.M.
“My god. There’s hardly anything left of these people,” a man in special ops gear said looking around the destruction of the village. “Which ones? The human traffickers who have been literally torn to pieces or the villagers who have currently lost their homes, lives, and presumably their way of life.” asked a man, suddenly, walking towards from behind. The man had a young-ish appearance; he stood tall and had broad shoulders as well as silver white hair along with a smile that could either be interpreted as flirtatious or one to exert caution. “Ahhh, Nal. Glad you could join us.” the man replied with a dissatisfied look. “You still haven’t answered my question Agent Thompson.” the man named Nal replied. The man, Agent Thompson, looked at Nal for a moment wondering if he was being literal or joking. “I guess both,” Agent Thompson answered with remorse. “He was here wasn’t he?” Nal asked with a serious tone. “What do you think?” Agent Thompson asked sarcastically. “Know where he might have gone?” Agent Thompson questioned. “An inkling.” Nal replied. “Well then what are you waiting for?” Thompson said to Nal. Nal then answered with a playful tone, “For you and your agents’ tortoise like butts to hurry up with your “investigation of the crime scene” although we all already know who did it and how. Besides these people have been dead for hours. He’s long gone by now and there’s no use in trying to catch up.”
“But you still know where he might’ve gone after this, don’t ya? Care to show us where?” Thompson said, annoyed with Nal’s condescension. “Of course. Follow me” Nal answered. The two of them left the village and hiked about three or five miles north heading towards the Ganzen cascades. “You couldn’t have just opened a portal to get us there?” Thompson complained, panting with frustration from his aching soles. “I told you I haven’t been there in a while, and portal magic requires that I get a good feel of the space beforehand. I mean if we had, your arm could be sticking outta your head for all we know. Besides, the scenery here is beautiful. You’ve got exotic plants and animals, gracious and bountiful foliage, not to mention you aren’t freezing your butt off in the cold city streets right now.” Nal replied, trying to convince Thompson that the pain would be worth it. “Yeah, it’s all grand and purdy if you excuse the massacre that happened a couple miles down south.” Thompson clarified.
“Ughh. Stop being such a debbie downer and lighten up. Besides, isn't it your anniversary with Eli today? Be happy.” Nal said. Thompson then let out with an angrishly sarcastic tone, “Sure. Nothing says “Happy Anniversary!” like taking your significant other out to a murder filled jungle to take pictures of dead bodies and investigating the crime scene left behind by a superpowered psychopath. So yeah, let’s all just take a nice walk through this beautiful forest without any care for the murder crazed manicac, WHO MIGHT STILL BE HERE!”. “Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Nal whispered under his breath. “What was that?” Thompson asked angrily. “Nothing,” Nal said back to him like a child. “Aha, we’re here!” he exclaimed. The two of them walked up to a small cave entrance covered in by trees and rocks. “Oh here take this,” Nal said to Thompson, handing him an Aleve bottle. “The enchantment I put up on the cave to steer humans away is probably still active. The deeper you go the harder it’ll probably be to stand on two feet.”. Thompson took two of the pills and went down with Nal into the crypts of the cave.
“So what exactly is down here that he would want so badly?” Thompson asked. Nal answered, “Oh y’know, spiders, bats, stalactites, a sealed part of his deadly powers that I imprisoned down here”. “A sealed part of his what?!” Thompson shouted angrily. “A sealed part of his deadly po-” Nal began. “I know what you said!!” Thompson interrupted. “You mean to tell me that the psychotic murdering superfreak that my agents haven’t been able to capture for over a year is now even more powerful than before?!”
Nal then answered, “Well let's not get ahead of ourselves. There’s no telling if he got them back or not. I mean I casted several enchantments in order to se-”. Nal then saw a giant hole in one of the walls particularly where he had placed the sealed power before, signifying that he indeed, recovered his sealed powers. “Yeah we’re screwed,” Nal added. Thompson then looked at Nal with sheer shock and unbelievability. “In my defense, the enchantments are centuries old. And he wasn’t really a problem until recently” Nal defended himself, in complete and utter failure.
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