(OBSOLETE) The Oracle Project - A Short Story: A Vengeance

Chapter 5: Deception

That threw Jaxon off. What did he just ask him to do? Kill him? Jaxon hated him, sure. But he was not going to kill the guy.

"What?" Jaxon said.

"You heard me. Kill me." He said.

"Look I hate you and all, but no." Jaxon said.

"That's a shame." The man said. "Guess I'll just kill you instead."

Before Jaxon could react, the chains tying him to the chair broke, creating a shockwave that blasted through the room.

Jaxon was knocked to the ground. The parts of the chains were blown away from the chair. The concrete was cracked with pieces of varying sizes broken off, expelled from the center of the room, in a shape like a pod opening. One piece was flying towards Jaxon's face. He closed his eyes, his hands instinctively raised to block it, but nothing hit. When he opened his eyes, Jaxon's brain had to work overtime in order to keep itself from exploding.

The chains and the concrete pieces had stopped, suspended in the air. They started swirling around the center of the room very slowly, where the man stood. His suit was now outlined in black and white, with that color of smoke surrounding him.

It started swirling around his right hand encasing it in black and white, taking the form of a curved, long one-edged blade. He lunged toward Jaxon, ready to skewer him.

Jaxon quickly grabbed the nearest piece of concrete, a jagged, fairly big piece, which was surprisingly light, and held it in front of him.

The man's blade pierced the concrete and stuck for a moment. Jaxon tried to kick him away, while he let go and tried to grab another one.

The man pulled his blade out of the concrete and rolled to the side, dodging Jaxon's kick, and thrusting the blade into his side. Jaxon's side exploded in pain as the his sword cut into it. He lay down on the ground in pain.

"If only your mother could see you now." He said, standing triumphantly over Jaxon. "But I doubt she would even remember you."

"What?" Jaxon said.

"Did you know that the brain can regenerate neurons, but not the memories in them?" He asked.

"Are you saying-?"

"We released both of you at the same time. In fact, she was the first person you asked." The man said interrupting Jaxon.

The vortex of concrete and chains around the room was swirling faster and faster.

Jaxon's anger grew.

His mind was flooded with memories. Heremembered his father being shot in the head, right in front of 12-year-oldhim. He remembered being taken to an underground facility and hooked tomachines that only caused him pain. He remembered the pain of watching the skinon his own hand corroding in front of him, revealing a black hand underneath,that exploded into smoke. After that, he was deemed "ready", and placed in awaiting room with her. She was taken by the guards and brought into the nextroom, where she heard her struggling and fighting, as the guards tried torestrain her, then suddenly, silence, and then the sound of a machine whirringto life. And after that he was taken in too.

So this was the person responsible for taking his past away from him.

"It was nothing personal. I just needed a-." He was cut short by the fact that Jaxon's right hand had punched him hard in the gut, knocking him down.

Jaxon flung his right hand back as the black tendril expanded, and then he flung it forward again, hitting the man in the side and sending him flying into the wall. He sat there his hands on his head as if he was having a massive head-ache.

Jaxon ran towards him, but when he reached him...

"Wait!" The man said, in a voice that Jaxon originally expected when he first talked. The hetero chromatic, white and black pupils in his eyes, were now both a shade of brown. But then, his eyes turned back, and he tried to punch Jaxon.

Jaxon reacted quick, grabbing the punch with his left hand and using his right hand to grab him by the neck like he did before. He slammed him against the wall and strangled him until he knew he was dead.

Jaxon sat down against the wall, next to the man he had just killed. The pieces of concrete and chains were slowly going back in place, until the place looked like nothing ever happened. Before he could process what he had just did, the man spoke.

"Good job" He said in the same voicethat had whispered in his mind in the library, but it sounded like he wasrenewed. He turned to face Jaxon. His eyes weren't just black and whiteanymore, but a kaleidoscope of both, glowing and more emphasized now. "I didn'texpect anything less from you Jaxon."

The wall behind him suddenly exploded repelling him from it, then he stopped, mid-air, along with all the other pieces of the wall.

"I'm afraid that now, I have no reason to keep you here anymore." The man said behind him. "Goodbye."

All the pieces of the wall suddenly retracted, as if they were going back in time, along with him, but instead of hitting the wall, the space around him warped and he found himself in a very tall, dimly lit concrete corridor, that seemed to have no end, either way he looked.

Suddenly his right armexploded in pain, and after that, the rest of his body did too. He doubled overin pain as the black tendrils from his right hand consumed him, and his mindwas overwhelmed with visions from a space beyond space, and a time beyond time.He saw a man, surrounded by darkness, with a never-ending will to consume. A giant shape traversing a black space, lit up by stars, far above,and far after him. But there was one thing he saw, that he thought he couldfix.

He closed his eyes, stretching out one of his fingertips to the space in front of him, a white glow lit up the darkness. With it, he wrote three words, not to himself, it was too late for him, but to someone else, in a time after.

With all of his remaining life, he empowered the words, and drew the last breath he would ever make, as his body was consumed by the darkness.

Don't give up.