Chapter 11: Revival of the Assassin... (D)

The Figure sat in his throne, staring down at his servants with a look of amusement. It was still somewhat hard to believe, the Ultimate Gamer defeated by Devan Shell. His powers seemed to be growing weaker...while those of the Darkness grew stronger. Perhaps the Project wouldn't need to be completed after all...no matter...what had been done was suffice...as well as the preperations for the experiment to be a success. It had been two years...since the Project started...today...it all finished.

Devan was impatiently standing before the clouded tank, festering blood still spilt over the rim onto the black floor. Hurling the Dark Matter into the tube, all seemed dormant...before all hell got loose. Many of the fixtures around the tank began to burst, sending multpile chemicals flying everywhere, some even hitting a few of Devan's troops, mutating them into stranger creatures. All gazed at the tank as it continued to shake violently. Cracks began to form on the glass before the rotten blood seeped out of the cracks. It didn't hold out very long. There was a loud sound of shattering glass...and the blood and tank liquid splattered onto the floor.

An adult figure had his eyes closed, head down against his chest, which was quite muscular. Long black hair flowed down his back, before the figure rose his head, opening his eyes, causing all to gaze back at the red eyes, glowing with darkness...pulsating with the sheer energy around him. The large gaping hole still visible on his chest, hand quickly reaching out for the complete scythe, vanishing in a blur before bringing the tip of it near Devan's throat.

"Congratulations on reviving me...but I haven't a need for useless followers like you. The powers in you are great...but do you honestly expect to defeat...me?" the adult sneered, the blade dangerously near to cutting through Devan.

The Figure placed a robed hand on the creation, like a fatherly gesture. He rose to his feet, staring at each other.

"Assassin Aharon. We revived you for the purpose of dominating this pathetic planet. All that remains is to wipe out Gaming Force...then all shall be finished...The Ultimate Gamer breathes no more..."

Aharon closed his eyes, the whispers of demons calling him.

"Lies. He still lives. None of you fools couldn't kill him...I...on the other hand...You, freak. Assemble your army. We march to the remains of S.P.I.K.E HQ. I have something I need to retrieve there..." Aharon ordered.

Out of nowhere, a outfit of an assassin, black as his heart wrapped around his body, which concealed his double-ended scythe from view. His red eyes glowered with hatred towards the living things on this planet. For too long...he has not been able to spill blood...no matter how many he kills, his lust to kill increases...for he shall not be satisfied until Joshua Lightwalker is slain by his hand. Perhaps then...

Vivid images of an old lab went through his mind...his creation...his birth...all seemed clear...He was...born from darkness...from the darkness in Joshua's heart...

"That...is why he must die..." Aharon muttered to himself, swirling his cape around him before vanishing completely. Demonic laughter echoed throughout the building...but could be heard everywhere...it's sinister laughter pierced through Joshua's mind as he swam before his large foe underwater...Aharon had been reborn...watching Joshua...observing him each passing moment...until he would die...that is what he would do...

"But for now, I shall rest. My body must adjust to these surroundings...Awaken me if some fool needs killing..." Aharon muttered, walking off.

Devan scrambled to his feet, a small expression of fear on his face, but pushed it aside. The Project was complete. Now, all that was left was to see if it would be successful in it's task...bringing Joshua's life to an end, as well as every other living thing on this planet. Plots and plans were quickly schemed, prepared and approved. All would soon be enveloped in burning fire and blood.

(Note: The chapters may be slowed down a bit now, because School's started, and it's quite a handful, meaning less time to type. Not like anyone reads or cares about this story anyway...Heck, many people will only read the last chapter, to see the end of Joshua....Ugh. Sometimes, I think many people are quite selfish. If no-one wants to comment on these, I might as well post em' somewhere they will be...for example...Fanfiction.net? Or maybe Deviantart.com? Or somewhere.)

(Note 2: I know many people aren't here, but I would expect some feedback from the posters at the War Tavern to read and review my story. I know it may sound needy, but I really need people to comment on my work, to see if it's good enough, or needs work. It doesn't matter wether you like or hate it, just tell me your opinion, what's wrong with it and any other stuff. Tell you what...If I get enough feedback on this story, I'll type a Jazz 2 Story. WITHOUT Joshua in it. I promise.)

(Note 3: Yes, I know (D) chapters are somewhat shorter. I'm not exactly EVIL. I'm happy walking in the Light, rather than Darkness. I'm also only sixteen years old, so I ain't good with the romance stuff, especially since I've never had a girlfriend in my life.)