TavernTales 14: Cross Circuits

[BreakABone]

I felt bad for my most loyal of readers, and to be perfectly honest with everyone. I've had his story done for some time, it just didn't fit, but I came up with a twist that will be needed sooner or later.
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I've been wandering the world searching for meaning. In my journeys, I have come across fortunes beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I have found love... sometimes multiple times a night. I have searched the darkest caves and the brightest mountaintops. Yet, none of this has satisfied my search. Something remained missing.
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A young man sat in the glory of the summer sun. How he enjoyed these careful days. School would begin in two weeks so he tried his best to get out here as often as possible.

Life had been good to him he thought. He had two loving parents. Both of which were renowned scientists. He always wondered why they chose the desert to study, but as he grew older he realized there was less risk to people around them.

Then there was his sister. Where as most of his friends despised their younger siblings, he loved his sister. She kept him grounded. Her innocence and charm always bought a smile to his life. Even when life threw him a curveball, like his last girlfriend dumping him for one of his best friends. He threw a fit for days, but she was able to calm him down by just listening to him vent. He did not know how much trouble he would have got in if it was not for her.

Ieeeey! Ieeeeeeey! IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! The young boy shot up from his relaxed position on the ground. The town alarm was going off. What happened? He got to his feet and rushed home.
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Thear was on the loose once again. He rampaged through the military standing in his way. He sent shoots of fire through the air burning the airplanes. He rained down rocks on the tanks. He knocked over soldiers with blast of airs. And blasted ships with tidal waves.

He could kill them all with no effort he thought, but torturing them felt more fun today.

He even pretended to be damaged and retreated to a small desert town. He was once again pursued and this time he decided to have some fun with the townfolks. He set their houses on fire and lowered the water pressure. He wish he had time to enjoy their feeble attempts to stop the fire, but he was sure there was more damage to be done tonight.
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"Fyacin! Clare! A mother shouted out as she ran frantically around looking for her children. Thear had laid waste to their small town, and she could not find her children. She was going crazy. "Fyacin! Clare!" Someone had to hear her, would anyone even try and help her?

She dropped to the ground in tears when she saw her daughter half crushed underneath a roof. Her husband who had taken time to put on clothes caught up to his wife. He began to dig crazily to get his daughter out. The mother could worry no more and she turned and began to shout for her son once again.

"Fyacin! FYACIN!" In between her shouts, she could hear a low whimper say "mom." She rushed over to the source of the sound and found her son in pretty bad damage under a burning building.

She shouted like a woman possessed to get some assistance. Two kind, elderly gentlemen heard her pleas and came to her side. They were able to get her son out of the damage, and she led them back to her house. They had been able to put out the fire quickly thanks to their lab equipment.

Her husband had returned with their daughter and already began work to fix her up. The men laid Fyacin on another table.

She thanked them and got to work herself. "Don't worry son, everything will be okay."
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[Fyacin]

:D Woot! :D

[Fox 6]

We can rebuild him.........

[BreakABone]

I actually forgot about this story since wrote back in August and it is important for setting up stuff.
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2
As I walked around the world, I came across many strangers and beggars. I devised a system to deal with most so I put it into place once more.

"Kind sir, if it is at all possible, may you please spare some change?" A beggar asked me.

"Sorry sir," I began my reply with a false sincerity, it always seemed to work best, "but I am but a lonely traveler looking to make ends meet myself." I was content with my lie so I turned and walked away.

When I was but a few feet away I heard he shout, "Is that so GM?"

Startled I turned around to look at this beggar, "How do you know my name?"

"Silly boy, I know everything there is to know about you. I can read your thoughts and your memories. And I can tell you are a very evil man. Some of the things you have done to people on your journey. I will teach you compassion."

My only thoughts was that this beggar was a crazy man. "Ha! Crazy you think? I am beyond crazy. I exist in a state called hypersanity." I knew now that his old coot was crazy, he was just making up words at this point.

"I can see that you still doubt me, so be it. Wolla mih ot ees eht snoitome fo srehto!"

I listened in closely, the old senile man began to speak in what I had to guess was gibberish. But wait... no there was a strange sensation... a tidal wave crashing against my mind. Voices... a flood of them all within earshot... all begging for something... all pleading... desperate... alone... scared. "What did you do to me?"

The old man only laughed as I tried to focus. I had to get away from the voices.
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The first sight Fyacin saw when he opened his eyes was a giant sun beaming down at him. Was this heaven, he thought.

Then the lights dimmed and he saw his mother and father standing over him with huge grins on their face.

"Am... am I," he was having trouble getting his words out.

"Very much so son." The mother beamed with joy. "Your father and I was able to save you after that nasty attack."

"Now rest son, we can talk about this all later."

Fyacin felt a tear welling up inside of him, but it never came. So he laid back down and rested.

He woke up the next morning and found it difficult to get out of bed. "Mom! Dad!" His parents came running to his aid.

"What is it, honey?" His concerned mom asked.

"I seem to be having some difficulty getting out of bed. How long was I out for?"

"Only about a week or so son, why?"

"Where did all this extra..." Fyacin had extended his hands to show his parents the added bulk when he realized there was something different about his hand. They seemed less organic. They were not as flexible. They had a certain mechanical quality about them.

"What happened to my arm?"

Fyacin's parents looked at each other. It was the moment they dreaded but they knew it had to be done.

"You see son, here's the thing..." The father could not bring himself to tell his son.

"Son, believe us, it was the only option. We could not afford to lose you. You mean the world to us."

Fyacin felt anger building up inside of him. His parents were dodging the question. "I ASKED what happened to ME!"

"Listen son, you were badly wounded in the accident. Hurt beyond the capacity of our equipment. There was no time to get you to the hospital so we had to make a decision quickly."

"And that decision!" The anger was beginning to reach its boiling point.

"We had to replace some of your body with these." The father pointed out a box of clockworks in the corner.

"You made me robotic! You made me a monster!" Fyacin's anger had reached its height. He slammed his feet into the bed and it split in half. He slid off the bed onto the ground.

"Son try and understand our position. What would you have done?"

At this point, Fyacin did not hear their words. The anger had blinded him to everything around.
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[Fyacin]

"(Pain!) All the time, I had waited with, rage!!
All the time, I was promised, my SALVATION!"

:D :D :D

[Teuthida]

Zatanna backwards talk. :)

[BreakABone]

Zatanna backwards talk. :)

I don't know no Zatanna.... :sneaky:

[BreakABone]

So apparently this "Zatanna" if she is even real is some DC character who is a magician who speaks her words backwards. I am so calling gimmick infrigement.
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Fyacin awoke in his room. The first thing he noticed was the sun beaming down on him. He tried to open his eyes wide to see which window the light was coming through but realized that his roof was missing. In a panic, he jumped off the ground and noticed that his room was a mess.

"Mom! Dad!" He shouted as he ran through the house. There was no response. His heart started to race or at least it should have but he paid that no attention.

He went down to their lab maybe they were working on something major and did not hear his pleas. As he entered the lab, he noticed that it to stood in ruins. What had happened here?

He dug through the ruinage with surprising ease he felt. He saw a foot sticking out a nearby table. God no, he thought as he rushed over. As he removed the rubble from on top the body, he saw the outline of his father. Tears once again began to fill his face but when he went to wipe there was no moisture.

What was going on was his only thought. He dug as quickly as he could to retrieve his father's body. When it was freed, his worst dreams were true. The motionless body stood him all he needed to know, there was little point in taking him to the hospital.

Now, his attention turned to finding his mother... and Clare... sweet Clare. He began shouting frantically hoping that one of them would hear his pleas. Again, there was no response. He dug through piles of rubble and he still found nothing.

In his haste to find his mother, he did not notice the broken window in the back of the room. When a strong wind swept through the lab though, his eyes examined the room for the source. The edges of the window were tainted with a red... oh no. He rushed over to the window. On the other side, he found his mother's body half bent, the rest bruised outside. He jumped through the remaining frame of the window and felt little physical pain.

He tried his hardest, but much like his father he knew there was no point. His mother was dead.
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Hmm I will end it here for now. The next part shall be up some time today.

[BreakABone]

Seems like the replies are becoming less and less. Think gonna take another weekend off after 15 so people can catch up or whatever. :p
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I found a secluded room far away from civilization. I could not escape the voices, but at least they quieted down in here. I wonder what that beggar had down to me and if there was any way to reverse it.

I sat down in my bed and contemplated my situation. As I did, I heard voices scream for many different reasons. I still attempted to pay them little mind. Partially because I did not care, and because I could hardly differentiate them at this point.

I gave up for the day and laid my head on the pillow. The voices would not allow me to sleep. I stayed up all night trying to come up with a plan to shut them out. Nothing I tried seemed to work, though I realized I was gaining some control over listening to the voices.

It was now early morning, I could only tell by the single tiny window in the room. As I continued to sit on my bed, trying as best as I could to control this new skill. I heard a voice more pronounced than any I had heard in the last day.

The voice was filled with anger and rage. The voice shouted for its humanity. I tried to focus in on the voice. I could get a faint visual in my mind. Yeah, the boy had been robbed of his humanity by his parents or so he thought. I could feel the parents pleading with him but very little was getting through.

I thought about what I would do in that situation with all that rage and anger inside of me then I thought about what I would make others do, and I began to giggle with delight. It would be a pleasure to watch him mull his parents I thought.

I don't know if the same thought ran across his mind or if I had some control over it, but he began to destroy their lab. As they screamed at him to stop, it was their life's work. He took no pleasure in it, now he acted on rage alone.

After 10 minutes of destroying all they held dear, he turned his attention onto his parents. For a second, I felt a tinge of compassion but I wanted to see their destruction. Once again, I was unsure if it was my own sick thoughts or if we shared ideas but he started attacking his family. He brutally attacked his mother and father, and I could do nothing but grinned as the images unfolded in my mind.

I almost died of euphoria when he tossed his beaten mother through the glass window of the lab. When he crushed his father under his work, a fitting end from my brief glimpse into the family, I wore the largest smile on my face. A grin I knew would not go away for weeks.

Then I heard another voice enter the room, this one was a bit more timid than his parents. He turned around to find a little girl on the edge of tears. And for the first time, I felt a calmness over the boy. I tried to will him to finish her as well, but a part of him could not do it.

His mind began a battle that it could not win. His mechanical side thought linearly, his organic mind wanted compassion and me, the intruder, wanted his own personal satisfication. The overload may have been too much as shortly after that I lost my connection.

Maybe there was more to this power than I thought. I sat again this time I wanted to discover more delicious ways to cause people harm.
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[Fyacin]

Wow! Excellent! I've been trying to finish an english paper and haven't had as much time for forum goofing off lol. I really like how this is coming out though!