25 The last March (1/2)

*BOOM

In the same barren wastelans where they originally started, a figure could be seen smashing into different places.

They had been going at it for almost 8 hours. And Marss kept getting pummeled each time.

He had been hit and damaged so much, the once incredible defence was now nothing more than a lump of rubber. He stopped screaming after a while too, refusing to let Michael try to persuade him to switch.

The king would always wait for him to regenerate and then crush him. Letting the blood flow everywhere. This cycle would repeat itself every time he staryed to move, completely shattering his will to fight.

The golden monkey was now standing in front of the completly broken corpse which was Marss, looking down as it twitched. He had already covered a large part of the surrounding earth with the beasts blood. Now, he was waiting for it to regenerate again.

...

Inside Marss's head sat a golden eyed boy next to a fading figure. It seemed to once have possessed brown hair.

Looking down at the almost broken Marss made Michaels heart twitch a little, as they looked very alike.

”Why did you not switch out with me? I already told you I can win..”

only half of Marss's body was stilk there. The rest was turning into hazy golden fog as they spoke.

”I...I wanted to...Bring mom back..myself”

”I...I don't want to be weak anymore.”

Michael looked down at the pitiful boy, continuing to question him.

”Letting your instinct take control only means you are weak, Marss. Besides, we will eventually get her, so you don't have to..”

He was planning on continuing, but a small tear fell down from the more translucent Marss.

”I...Whenever mom asked me to help..(sniff)..I would sometimes tell her no, and we would argue...(Sniff).. One time, when Fenrik and the others hit me, she came to help...but I also screamed at her then..(sniff)”

Michael looked down at the boy, not interrupting.

”I....I feel like we are somehow the same..Even before the fusion...But...I am much weaker than you..(sniff)...I bet mom would want a son like you bringing her back...”

A strange feeling began to fill Michael's heart. Something he had not felt since the time he was very young.

”I...(Sniff)...I don't want to be here anymore...I was the worst child a parent could ask for...I never had any friends...and no one cares about my life. I don't even think dad would miss a failiure like me.”

A heavy stream of water ran down his remaining brown eye. Turning into gold light as it hit the bottom of the shiney void.

”I hate myself, Michael. Now that I know how pathetic and weak I really am. How much of a disgrace I have always been. I probably persisted because I wanted to apologize sooner.”

A weak smile formed on the remaining half of his mouth, he looked towards Michael while his leg started to fade.

”Hey, Michael...”

He still had his trademark poker face on, but a deep wave of mysteriousness kept waving in.his heart.

”Yes, Marss?” The bubbling feeling kept getting stronger as he sat there.