Chapter VI - Welcome
Aboard…I Think ~Mazzic
In the field, a battle raged. Mazzic threw up his arms in defense as a crushing blow sent him sprawling onto the ground. With his one good eye he detected his opponent through the dust and managed to nimbly dodge to the side as a fist slammed into the ground where his head had been. Both men, battered and bloody, stared at each other; Mazzic keeping an air of cool collectedness, the other filled with a rage so great that it is unimaginable. Mazzic felt a rumbling beneath his feet and looked down just soon enough to realize what was going to happen. The ground erupted beneath his feet, sending him airborne. Flipping around to get his bearings straight he saw a massive beam of energy, just before it encompassed him. All that was left was pain...A pain so great that even his genetically altered nerves could not handle it...
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He woke up in a cold sweat, and looked around hurriedly not realizing where he was. Then the room painfully came into focus: it was his room, nothing more nothing less. He let his good eye scan the bare whitewashed walls, and scarce furnature, wondering once again how he might have decorated it if he cared. Sighing he looked back at the ceiling and put his hands behind his head.
*Third time this week,* thought Mazzic. *These dreams are becoming more frequent.*
A sudden twitch of his subconscious brought his eyes to lay on a particularly shadowy part of his room.
"What do you want?" Mazzic inquired nonchalantly.
Slightly startled, a figure materialized out of the gloom...
"I've been told to collect you, Mazzic. It appears that you are in some way, important to our quest, though I can't see why. A weakling such as yourself could probably never be useful to...u."
Unperturbed by this insult, Mazzic replied, "Well you seem to know my name, assassin, but I have yet to hear yours."
The man, though letting no emotion show through onto his face, was again surprised.
"You may call me Scilas, and that's enough chit-chat for now, so get dressed...you're coming with me whether you like it or not."
"I doubt that you could make me go if I did not want to. But...another adventure just may give me the answers that I need to find."
As Mazzic stood, the air around him shimmered, and a long, blood red coat, covering a black undershirt, and loose pants appeared, followed closely by a flowing cape, and a pair of light soft soled boots. Turning toward Scilas he stated matter-of-factly, “Lets go."
Scilas turned to go, but instead of walking any further, asked, "Before we go...How did you know I was an assassin?"
"Let’s just say, it takes one to know one."
"Well, whatever, the Spectrum is waiting outside. Follow me"
Scilas' red trenchcoat barely rustled as he jumped out the window, followed by Mazzic. Both men landed without any sound and climbed into the entrance.
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As Mazzic entered, the door slowly closed and the Spectrum lifted off of the ground and started off into the sky. Scilas led him to the bridge where a very familiar man sat at the controls.
Well-dressed, as always, CR stood and grinned.
"Welcome aboard, Mazzic, I just knew that you'd want to come along."
"Greetings, CR. Nice to see you again, you mind telling me what the hell this is about?"
"I will, I will, just not yet, go get some sleep, Mazzic, your eye is getting bloodshot."
Sitting in a remotely comfortable chair, Mazzic's eye closed. Letting his mind run rampant, he continued to dream.