by T5
A young man standing on the upper deck of the S.S. Mindoro, a luxury cruiser headed for Malaysia, looked up in the sky to see a falling star. He made a silent wish for this journey to end so he could relax on a beach and have solid ground under his feet once again.
The full moon gave everything on deck a pale, bluish-white color that enhanced his sense of calm and serenity. He looked down into the murky waters below him and shivered. Imagine falling overboard into that, and the ship leaving me to my fate, he thought.
A cascade of colors erupted above in the sky, a whirlpool of lightning and clouds. As he looked up in surprise, he spotted a lonely figure emerge from the chaos. It flew straight at the ship, and, as it got closer, he could see the figure's features.
The figure was a devil with green skin, two thin, long horns on the forehead, red eyes, with tattered, light-brown cloak and pants. In his right hand, he carried a dark green trident with energy sparking between the three points at the top. He seemed disoriented and dizzy as he flew in irregular angles before suddenly coming to a stop just above the ship.
People started coming out from the lounge and disco to gawk at the strange phenomenon. The devil straightened out and yelled, "I see you, you bastard! This time you won't get away with anything. All of my remaining friends have died in the battle against you just to make my trip here possible. THIS TIME YOU DIE, DIE, DIE!"
He threw his trident straight toward the ship, and uncertain people started to run toward their cabins to seek protection from this weird madman in the sky.
The young man stood in place, as if in shock. Somehow he felt that he should know who this was. From a dream, perhaps? The trident struck the deck just a few feet away from him, and the explosion threw him and several other passengers overboard. The trident's force was enough to make the deck split in two and destroy the machinery below. It flew straight through the cruiser and twisted back into the hands of the now-triumphant green devil.
"Ha! So this is how it ends, tyrant? After so many years of battle and death? After all your plans and tricks... you end up in the waters of where you where born, you bloody bastard. DIE!"
The devil started to fly toward the group of people now screaming for help in the dark waters, when suddenly a voice filled the heavens. "You are wrong, my little green devil. I am here also. I have always been here."
"NOOOOOO!" the green devil screamed. "Not possible! You couldn't know... he wasn't a part of your matrix yet! How?"
A face appeared in the clouds, a light blue face with white eyes, just barely visible. "I knew about your plans way before you even implemented them. Remember: I created you, little man," the face said with a smile. The green devil fired his trident's energies at the face, to no avail. And the face responded, "It's time for this charade to end now."
The green devil suddenly shuddered and convulsed, starting to glow. He imploded without a sound, and the trident disappeared into the depths.
The face looked down upon the group of people struggling to hold onto the debris of the boat. "Good luck, my friend. We will see each other again in a year or two." The face faded away, and the clear night sky once again gained dominance over the waters.
Whimpering people floating around tried to organize themselves into a big floating raft. The young man, now too far away from the group, had been joined by four other people and started to help out in creating a smaller raft of debris. Clothes were tied around pieces of wood and life vests. Soon they all sat on a patchwork craft heading for a small island just ahead of them. The cries from the other survivors of the cruiser faded away into the night.