Devil Psyclone/Pilot Light
It felt good to be back. Back in the middle of it all, making a mess of things. And oh boy were things about to get messy. He died...well been close enough to dying, but the good ole slab of grey matter between his ears had pulled through where he couldn't. And it had given him something...different. He'd had to work on it for awhile, but he finally had it. An upperhand. Moving air so fast it ignites. Complete control of an eternal flame.
Flame HE could use to get revenge on whoever wronged him, get the attention of the people HE was looking for, flame to shape the world around HIM, to guide to a place HE could enjoy and torment and defile to his hearts content, to ignite the flames of pure anarchy.
A Pilot Light.
He stared into Aldric's eyes, fury and anguish clearly filling them. Was he surprised? No, no, he was...upset? The man tried to yell out at Psyclone, but only managed to gurgle out blood from his destroyed voicebox.
"What's that? I can't hear you," Psyclone taunted "Looks like you got somethin' in your throat-"
Psyclone looked up at the mass of shattering glass and gleaming metal as it descended on him. He reached out and it levitated in mid air, rotating steadily.
"Holy shit that was a close one! Wouldn't want anything to happen to you AL-" Psyclone looked back to Aldric and foudn himself looking at a middle finger in his face. A second later a grenade. And finally bloody spit.
"Well that's just rude-"
The heat hit him and it was like being blown up again. Cause it was, Psyclone thought as the pain reached a crescendo. The white flash burned brighter in that single instance than the blimp explosion had but this time, Psyclone was ready.
He couldn't stop the blast from spreading around him. He didn't want to. He just made sure enough of it swirled around him, but not all of it. He made sure he still felt the pain. Made sure it seeped through his suit. Made sure it filled his mask with light.
And then it was over. Psyclone stood there looking at where Aldric should have been. But there was nothing left.
The villain began to laugh and ugly laugh. He wasn't gonna get his answers after all. At least not yet.
But an empty casket for faceless man?
Priceless.
The Crick
The Crick had put up his shield and leaped over Coil as the blast hit. Even with his shield and armor he could feel the heat from the blast. And then it was over. And all that was left was an even more burned Psyclone laughing at where Aldric had been. He looked around at those who had been closest to the blast, dazed and hurt. The Crick could hear faint sound of heart beats fading out. Like stars in a dying sky.
This was...this was...
"Loveless, things have gone...I need you to..." His communicator fizzled out and died. They all did.
"Lovelesss? Loveless!" There was no one there.
"...activate codname: Jiminy." The Crick muttered. A minute counter showed up in his visor.
He looked down at Coil.
"I don't know who you are but I doubt this is what you signed up for..." He said quietly, his voice shaking.
He stood up and stared at the laughing villain. The Crick then did the only thing that made sense. He let go and leapt at him.
Psyclone quickly turned, still laughing, and sent a tunnel of spiraling air at The Crick, forcing him to land. The Crick's legs groaned against the platform. Psyclone stood with his arms out stretched, still laughing.
"Really man? No time to let a man mourn?" He said, increasing it. The Crick could feel the air heating up be bursting a flame.
The Crick activated the attachment on his back and rocketed through the flaming vortex. The jump jets sent him flying into a surprised Psyclone. Tackling him to the floor, the Crick equipped his pneumatic fist and let off a volley of automated punches into Psyclone. His stun batons were equipped beneath the fist, tasing Psyclone at full charge with each punch. His fiddlers rotated above them with an even higher eardrum shattering screech than usual. A guttural noise escaped The Cricks throat, joining the sound of his fiddlers, as the rate of the punches intensified.
"aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Finally his punches slowed to a halt. The tasing stop. The fiddlers fell out of the air. Psyclone looked up at him.
"Hey, you get it all out of you system..." The Crick merely kneeled about him panting heavily. "Good."
Psyclone essentially exploded in a burst of spiraling flame and sent the Crick skidding back towards Coil.
"I think you finally beat the shit out of my remaining pain receptors. So what's up? You mad I didn't arrest him? Mad you couldn't get to the center of all this shit? Well, don't even sweat it, hopefully I've finally fuckin' got the attention of a mutual...'friend' of ours. And then...shit I don't know! Maybe I'll work with them, maybe I'll kill them and take over. That's the beauty of options...but I'm definitely taking Coil. She was there in the beginning only fitting we're together at whatever end we face...or maybe a new beginning! That's upliftin' shit right there, wouldn't you agree."
"Go fuck yourself." The Crick faintly breathed out. Psyclone frowned.
"You seemed a lot nicer on TV..."
It felt good to be back. Back in the middle of it all, making a mess of things. And oh boy were things about to get messy. He died...well been close enough to dying, but the good ole slab of grey matter between his ears had pulled through where he couldn't. And it had given him something...different. He'd had to work on it for awhile, but he finally had it. An upperhand. Moving air so fast it ignites. Complete control of an eternal flame.
Flame HE could use to get revenge on whoever wronged him, get the attention of the people HE was looking for, flame to shape the world around HIM, to guide to a place HE could enjoy and torment and defile to his hearts content, to ignite the flames of pure anarchy.
A Pilot Light.
He stared into Aldric's eyes, fury and anguish clearly filling them. Was he surprised? No, no, he was...upset? The man tried to yell out at Psyclone, but only managed to gurgle out blood from his destroyed voicebox.
"What's that? I can't hear you," Psyclone taunted "Looks like you got somethin' in your throat-"
Psyclone looked up at the mass of shattering glass and gleaming metal as it descended on him. He reached out and it levitated in mid air, rotating steadily.
"Holy shit that was a close one! Wouldn't want anything to happen to you AL-" Psyclone looked back to Aldric and foudn himself looking at a middle finger in his face. A second later a grenade. And finally bloody spit.
"Well that's just rude-"
The heat hit him and it was like being blown up again. Cause it was, Psyclone thought as the pain reached a crescendo. The white flash burned brighter in that single instance than the blimp explosion had but this time, Psyclone was ready.
He couldn't stop the blast from spreading around him. He didn't want to. He just made sure enough of it swirled around him, but not all of it. He made sure he still felt the pain. Made sure it seeped through his suit. Made sure it filled his mask with light.
And then it was over. Psyclone stood there looking at where Aldric should have been. But there was nothing left.
The villain began to laugh and ugly laugh. He wasn't gonna get his answers after all. At least not yet.
But an empty casket for faceless man?
Priceless.
The Crick
The Crick had put up his shield and leaped over Coil as the blast hit. Even with his shield and armor he could feel the heat from the blast. And then it was over. And all that was left was an even more burned Psyclone laughing at where Aldric had been. He looked around at those who had been closest to the blast, dazed and hurt. The Crick could hear faint sound of heart beats fading out. Like stars in a dying sky.
This was...this was...
"Loveless, things have gone...I need you to..." His communicator fizzled out and died. They all did.
"Lovelesss? Loveless!" There was no one there.
"...activate codname: Jiminy." The Crick muttered. A minute counter showed up in his visor.
He looked down at Coil.
"I don't know who you are but I doubt this is what you signed up for..." He said quietly, his voice shaking.
He stood up and stared at the laughing villain. The Crick then did the only thing that made sense. He let go and leapt at him.
Psyclone quickly turned, still laughing, and sent a tunnel of spiraling air at The Crick, forcing him to land. The Crick's legs groaned against the platform. Psyclone stood with his arms out stretched, still laughing.
"Really man? No time to let a man mourn?" He said, increasing it. The Crick could feel the air heating up be bursting a flame.
The Crick activated the attachment on his back and rocketed through the flaming vortex. The jump jets sent him flying into a surprised Psyclone. Tackling him to the floor, the Crick equipped his pneumatic fist and let off a volley of automated punches into Psyclone. His stun batons were equipped beneath the fist, tasing Psyclone at full charge with each punch. His fiddlers rotated above them with an even higher eardrum shattering screech than usual. A guttural noise escaped The Cricks throat, joining the sound of his fiddlers, as the rate of the punches intensified.
"aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Finally his punches slowed to a halt. The tasing stop. The fiddlers fell out of the air. Psyclone looked up at him.
"Hey, you get it all out of you system..." The Crick merely kneeled about him panting heavily. "Good."
Psyclone essentially exploded in a burst of spiraling flame and sent the Crick skidding back towards Coil.
"I think you finally beat the shit out of my remaining pain receptors. So what's up? You mad I didn't arrest him? Mad you couldn't get to the center of all this shit? Well, don't even sweat it, hopefully I've finally fuckin' got the attention of a mutual...'friend' of ours. And then...shit I don't know! Maybe I'll work with them, maybe I'll kill them and take over. That's the beauty of options...but I'm definitely taking Coil. She was there in the beginning only fitting we're together at whatever end we face...or maybe a new beginning! That's upliftin' shit right there, wouldn't you agree."
"Go fuck yourself." The Crick faintly breathed out. Psyclone frowned.
"You seemed a lot nicer on TV..."