11 Chapter 10: Whisked away (2/2)

It is not he is taking Magnus side all the sudden, no- far, far from it. It is just that every time he watches these murders go on, it is like he has a silent hand in it.

Then all of a sudden, he heard his brother speak to him, ”Micheal!” He shouted at him.

”Yes, big brother,” Micheal immediately responded, as he awoke from his musing.

His brother walked over to were Magnus severed arm laid, and unclutched the gun in between the fingers grasp, and handed it to Michael. ”Finish him.”

Michael nearly jumped right out of his wheelchair, once he heard what his brother said. He looked down at the gun that right before his eyes, then looked up at his brother, who held a cold, steady gaze.

These eyes almost made him flinch back, but a part of him, held him back from doing so, and that was the part that found all this amusing.

So, today, I am going from watching to participating, haha. Man, that is a real step up for me! That little part of him deep inside, the furthest part of his mind, whispered.

And it made him sick.

Looking down at the gun once more, then at his brother, Michael swallowed the lump in his throat and whispered, ”I think, I will not, Charles.”

Charles raised his eyebrows in astonishment, not quite believing what he was hearing--rebellion. So once he asked, ”What did you say, Michael?”

Michael raised his head, and looked at his brother, right in the eyes and pronounce. ”I said, I will not kill him, and become like you, a murderer.”

Charles look of surprise slowly transformed into an ugly scowl, taking in a deep breath, he looked down upon his younger brother and said to him in a disgusted tone. ”I always knew that you were pathetic, Michael, but now you are just weak.”

”I am not weak,” Michael shouted, before he could continue, his brother cut him off.

”If you are not going to do it, little brother, then I shall finish the peasant,” Charles said with a sneer, as he turned away from his younger brother.

Out of a mechanized machine, a deep roar of laughter came out of it, both brothers wheeled around to face were the laughter came from, and it turned out to be the Mech suit.

The Mech suit turned to face them and said in a voice very similar to Magnus, ”I think I have something to say against that.” Then it fired the large ass machine gun that is held in its hands.

Without stopping at all Magnus, who was controlling the Mech suit ran towards Charles, he knew that surprise rain of bullets would not be able to finish the gifted bloke.

What he has is an Ultralight Mech suit, and from what Magnus could remember from his time in the University, Michael always used to brag that his eldest brother was a D class gifted individual, and that is out of the S to F classification. Meaning that he is middling class hero, and they only thing that can match him beside somebody from the same class, is not a light class, but a Medium class Mech suit.

So, that should show you how ill-equipped Magnus is to handle this fella.

As the dust cleared, Magnus saw Charles standing tall and unscratched, with his hands spread wide to the sides in a claw-like grip, and right before him was all the bullets that Magnus fired, standing still in mid-air. Then with a single sweeping swipe of his hands, the bullets flew back into the air, hitting the Mech suit head-on.

The Mech suit put up its arms in an x-shape to block all the bullets so that it would not hit something vulnerable, while it continued to run headlong at Charles. Once the bullets stopped assaulting it, Magnus chucked the 55 kg machine gun right at Charles, with the mentality of; since bullets are not doing him any harm. Now let's see him try to block that machine gun coming in at 35 kmh.

Yet, Charles easily dispatched the machine gun flying towards him. With two flicks of hands, two windblades formed up, and struck the machine gun in mid-air, sliced it into two, and letting each piece land to either side of Charles.

However, it was too late for Charles since the mech suit was already upon him. Magnus jumped right at Charles, with his both hands spread out, looking as if he was ready to give him a bear hug.

”Is that all you got,” Charles asked in a bored tone, as the Mech suit laid only inches away from him, but unable to go any further since there seems to be some sort of shields protecting him from either side.

Magnus, who was inside the Mech suit, started to maniacal laugh, Charles looked at him as a hint of confusion crossed his face.

Then the Mech suit turned its head to look down at Charles and spoke up to clarify things, ”You must be wondering what I find so funny, huh?” Magnus said in a cheerful and upbeat tone, ”Well, it is because I have you where I wanted.”

Then Magnus did something to the Mech suit, causing it to heat over and steam. The only thing Charles was able to say was ”Fuck,” as the Mech suit exploded.

Magnus came back into his body, then walked over to the ruin of fire and smoke. All that was left in the small ruin was a melted husk of the former Mech suit and a burnt body, even his severed arm was gone.

Magnus leaned over the body and whispered to it, ”At the end of the day you are like every other soul, a human, gifted or not.”

Then out of the smoke, somebody came near to where Magnus was bent over, Magnus quickly got up, but before that he picked out the handgun, which somehow managed to survive all this, out of Charles's pocket.

Wheeling around to face the newcomer, Magnus saw that it was just Michael, who was staring down at his brother's burnt body with an unreadable expression.

After a long while, Michael finally looked up from his brother's body and turned to face Magnus, ”Well, are you going to kill me as well.” He asked as a blank expression played on his face.

Magnus, slowly and carefully loweedr the gun, and responded to Michael by saying, ”I heard you, when you refused your brother. So, as the saying goes, a life for a life.” waving his hand at Michael, Magnus added, ”You are free to go, Michael.”

”I guess I should be thanking you for not killing me like the rest of them,” Michae said with a bleak chuckle.

Magnus's fingers twitched over the trigger, but he decided to stick with his word, and let Michael walk. Still, though, he added, ”Don't think for a single second, Michael, that I am doing this because I forgave you. The truth is far from it,” Magnus said, as he faced Michael head-on with a cold and icy gaze. ”I hate you, and I shall for the rest of my life, for what you did to me.”

Michael slowly nodded his head, then sighing in defeat, he turned around and wheeled away in his wheelchair.

Magnus watched as Michael wheeled away into the forest and disappeared off into the distance. Slowly the adrenaline rush that he was feeling slowly ebb away from him, and all the pain and hurt trickled back.

Through only sheer will was Magnus able to stand tall, he turned his gaze away from the trees and started to make his way up the hill.

It was a slow and difficult process, since with all the blood loss, cuts, and bruises that he had on his body. Still, though Magnus was finally able to make it, and he sat himself down in the same rock he was sitting on before all this mess started, besides the rock was a beautiful young tree, and a mesmerizing view of the city. All the components of a great resting place.

”Magnus, why didn't you rush over to the hospital?” Codex asked in a brokenhearted voice, but deep down, she knew the answer.

Even so, Magnus answered her question, as he sadly chuckled with heavy-lidded eyes, ”You know that would do me no good, right Codex? I am not going to make it with all the blood I lost.”

Codex remain silent, letting it encompass all of them.

After a long while, Magnus, who seemed to be resting, spoke up, ”What do you think mom is going to say, huh? I couldn't even survive a single day without her. Ha!”

”That is not funny,” Codex responded in a far off voice.

Magnus shook his head, ”The same old Codex, huh? Well, I have to say, no matter how short it was, it has been one heck of a ride, Codex!”

”Stop saying that!” Codex shouted, ”I just called 911, and they are on their way. So just hold on.”

Magnus just chuckled in response, at the core of it all, Codex it just a worry-wart.

Then as he leaned back into his comfy rock, a thought hit him. Reaching into his pocket, Magnus pulled out the black shard he tripped over. Magnus peered at it, and voiced his question, ”Hey, Codex, what do you think this is?”

Then suddenly a tear appeared right before Magnus, before he could even voice his surprise and shock, he was gone.