Chapter CXLIII: Energizers, Eat This Post! ~Multehx

Havering’s chanting reached a crescendo. He thrust his hands out and bellowed the last word. The car instantly became brighter and the purple glow moved to where a being appeared before him. As it faded, Kyanosa came into view.

Havering blinked in amazement, then bellowed in displeasure, “WHAAT?!?!!?!”

Ratch chuckled.

“I dunno if he’s that intimidating, but he would make me fall to insanity in prolonged exposure to his presence probably…” Mazzic quipped.

Kyanosa just looked around, then saw Havering, and noted the presence of the dead British guy. Havering threw his hands down in rage.

“I AM NOT BLOODY SODDING BRITISH!!” he yelled. “And for a spell of such greatness to do this, it must have been due to my weakened abilities! An outrage!”

C.R. smirked at Pseudo, saying, “Told ya,” under his breath.

Pseudo muttered a very foul word at him before storming off to blow some steam by doing a new past time he had formulated- making life miserable for Ian.

Ian was straightening up one of the bedroom cars as the door opened and the spectral form of the Time Bender strolled in. Ian looked to see who it was, then went back to his work. Havering leaned back against the door, folding his arms.

“You really work on this all too dedicatedly you know. Wouldn’t kill you to take a break every once and a while.”

Ian looked over his shoulder and coolly remarked, “Yes, I’ll take advice from a man who spends weeks locked in a room scheming his evil schemes.”

Havering scowled, “Still smart lipped as ever, I see.” He walked around the room, rubbing his chin as he did. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to relax and assume your dutiful body every once and awhile.”

Ian turned around and sighed, aggravated, “Look, it might be cut and dry for you, but then again, you can openly slay whomever you want and it’s part of who you’re expected to be. I can’t. I’m not some evil megalomaniac. I’m just some widely hated, near suicidal in his efforts, neck riskin’ vigilante. You’re the darkest night, I am a radiant blackness; yeah, I’m not as goody goody as some expect, but I’m not very evil either. I have my role in this all, Havering.”

Pseudo sat down on one of the beds and raised his brow.

“True enough. I come by my dispised image for a legitimate reason enough. It’s because I am a tyrant to be feared. Anyone who is around me for more than a minute can sense that.” He stood up and paced behind the boy. “But, it’s no reason for you to hide in secrecy like this! You’re holding back an *amazing* potential! If you would just –“

Ian turned, glaring at Havering. He spoke in an angered whisperm, “Look, I would just do that, but there’s a factor that won’t let me!”

“And what, pray, tell, is that?”

“Well, pal, my reappearance would have deadly reprocussions! THINK. If HE reappeared on the scene, they’d make headway like there was no tomorrow. But then, it’d be like a domino effect; such power would draw others to desire it, many would try to slay him, it would arise conflicts among them due to the difference of power. It would lead to his leaving of them, and the Council and other villains would still be as insanely powerful as to slay him that they’d TRAMPLE the group in no time!”

Havering frowned, nodding.

“You have a point…the reappearance of…’him’, as you say, would prompt me to find a way to revive even faster and slay him for his power. Hmm, your theory does have some merit.”

He fixed his helmet and laid a hand on Ian’s shoulder. In the following moment, there was a spark of black electricity around his hand and Havering’s form became noticeably more solid. He blinked in shock and removed his hand reflexively. Instantly, his form went opaque again and blinked in confusion. He hesitantly laid his hand on the boy’s shoulder again. This time, nothing happened.

“Strange…” he hesitantly said in a hushed tone as he removed his hand again.

Ian nodded, “Yeah, it was. It was.”

The two didn’t say anything for a moment, then the Time Bender grinned and chuckled to himself. Ian blinked at him.

“What? What’s so funny?”

Pseudo smirked and looked up.

“I think I know what just happened.”

Ian looked at him incredulously.

“Say wha’?”

Havering smirked, “I knew just went on there. It’s evident. You haven’t used the power in so long, thus it’s stored and stored up. I, for a moment there, didn’t feel any at odds with you for a moment there, and when we made physical contact, in a circuit affect, your stored energy just felt me as an outlet and leapt to me.”

Ian nodded, “Yeah…makes sense. And my energy had somewhat left me, yours must have somehow leapt to me partially, ‘cause for a moment there, I just felt…well, inherantly evil.”

Havering snickered, “As you should have, as you know, my hatred flows deep.” He walked towards the door, opening it. He turned as he did. “You realize, we won’t do that again probably.”

“Why’s that?”

Havering shrugged and smiled. “In that instant, my hatred for you just seemed to bounce back strong as ever. It’ll act as a rebounding agent for any energy transfer.”

Ian nodded. “So, you think that’ll happen with anyone who makes a bond with me mentally and such and comes in contact with me?”

Havering shrugged, chuckling as he walked out. As the door closed behind him, he could be heard saying, “Who knows? You might just need it to survive now that I know the ‘why’ to it.”

Ian grinned to himself.

“Count on it, Havering,” he said quietly to himself then went back to fixing the sheets of the bed he was working on.

Meanwhile, as Havering walked out and down the corridor back to the guest car, he snickered to himself. He clenched a fist, a purple glow surrounding it.

“To feel…alive again…indescribably nice. I just wonder if what just happened did anything to my power limit. Based upon this totally…energized feeling coursing through my veins, let’s hope, for their sake, it didn’t.”

He laughed to himself in triumph before walking through the doorway.