by The Eurostar, T5, I'm Not Mister Mxypltk and GoozX
Edulcore Cicciotto:
One day has passed since the battle with the MCCA. After Naecken destroyed the last two helicopters, it was a matter of seconds before we disappeared from the place.
But I did spend a few final minutes, as an invisible ghost, among the MCCA men. And what I did hope for happened. Many men were wondering why we only disarmed them, without doing them harm. And the fact that the ones who had their spine severed by Tobias were the ones who raped his girlfriend did only confirm what many of them were beginning to think: that we were only defending ourselves, and that maybe we are not the menace to humankind that the MCCA wants America to believe.
Now, we are hiding in a place where no one will be able to find us. Thanks to the joined efforts of Naecken and M'xy, the new hideout is secure. Sadly, it will not last forever, and we will have to move soon, but for now we are safe.
While they are resting, recharging themselves after the battle, I have returned to the place of the fight, on the ruins of the log cabin. I have one thing in my mind. Maybe I am too romantic, but I want to take the old table around which we met as a group for the first time. It's the symbol of our group, and it will be a reminder that we will survive only together, and that we will perform our tasks only with the help of each other. The first one has just been accomplished. Tobias has avenged his woman.
There is a man at the site of the cabin, an old man. M'xy said something about an old man. Ah, I don't remember. I am in ghost form, so little dense that I am invisible. I stand in front of the man, who is watching something on the ground.
Then, he raises his head... and looks at me, right in my eyes! "Eurostar, I was waiting for you," he says. I remain invisible.
The old man is bald on top, with long white hair around the side and back, and wears torn jeans and a dull, long, leather coat. "There is no one from the MCCA watching us, Cicciotto. You can turn visible, if you like," he says. I remain invisible, and don't say a word.
"Fine," he continues. "What you and your friends did yesterday was admirable. Keep operating in that way, and all will be easier. You will find many allies, where before there were only enemies. But remember, if you or your friends are thinking of trying to find out anything about the MCCA or TriVext, you are totally off track. And, lastly, be aware that there are hundreds of metas caged in the Zoo."
Then, a splash from the water of the lake startles me. I look back behind me to see what it was, but it's only a fish. When I turn back to the old man, he has disappeared, vanished in the space of a second, and I am all alone. I take the table, and come back to the hiding place.
Nevada:
A man sat alone, his body pressed up against a hard steel wall, sweat slowly dripping from his forehead. A broken monitor laid only feet from his body. The low hum of a computer could still be heard. Files and papers lined the floor, thrown from their home in a wild fashion.
The man, with a million thoughts running through his mind, tried to cry but could't. He could barely breathe as he looked forward, his mind adrift. He was able to push a few words out of his still-shivering mouth.
"I don't exist," said Special Agent Turner.
Naecken turned his head toward M'xy and asked, "Why are you here?"
M'xy looked up with tired eyes. "Wh-what? Why do you ask?"
"An aspect of me has seen your world. It's beautiful. I/he thinks it should be interesting to go there one last time... before..."
"Before what? What's happening?" M'xy stood up and pointed a finger at Naecken, and with a gruff voice asked, "Who are you, anyway? What do you know about me?"
"Not much. The aspect that once was a traveler of sorts won't tell me. All I can say is we/you/I have a purpose here. There is... a... word... Ma... Yuan..."
"Oh that's great, we're dumped with a typical talking-in-tonges, pretending-to-know-it-all guy. Who needs 'em?"
"I'm sorry... I... can't seem to focus... my head huuuurrrtsss..."
Naecken's eyes and mouth started to glow, and energy started to sparkle between his hands and horns. "G... g... get ouuuut of... of here. Noooowww!"
But M'xy didn't obey him -- he stayed where he was, staring confused at Naecken as he convulsed. "Um, you okay?"
Eurostar, who was talking to the others near there after his return, noticed what was happening to Naecken and ran to him. "What's going on here?"
M'xy said, "I don't know, he just--"
Suddenly, the radiant energy from Naecken erupted forth and irradiated all within the house. Temporary blindness and a few burns were the only visual after effects on our beloved heroes, but they could feel their abilities stirring as if somehow altered by the otherdimensional energy.
After the bright light cleared, they noticed that Naecken had disappeared, and in his place five individual figures laid unconscious on the floor. The figures were an old man in robes, a female angel, a demon, a man covered in cyber-enhancements, and a young man about twenty five years old.
The End