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Here is that story I promised.

 

[spoiler=Cruchinex's Story] The shadowy figure loomed above his head as Cruchinex ran in to the giant tent. “Why did it have to be a circus tent? WHY THE CIRCUS? AAAAHHH!!” he screamed as he ran away from the figure. It was more than 8 feet tall and had a large muscular body. Two large, goat-like curved horns appeared over his head. Two large, rotting bat-like purple wings with sickly dark yellow blotches beat rapidly as the creature roared and pursued him. The beast had various sea green and dusk blue tattoos or scars or markings all over its body. Whatever they were, Cruchinex could not discern because he was running for dear life. The demon howled once more. “BOY! You WILL come to me or you will not make it out of here alive!” Cruchinex started to cry. It was 2am on his 14th birthday and he had already had 4 torturous nightmares already and this was the fifth. No matter how much his body twisted, turned or convulsed, he would not be woken from the dream until it was finished, so he continued to run. He was inside the tent and the demon was not far behind him when he fell on a white substance. He picked himself up and investigated the substance drawing back as he found out that the white liquid was white blood.

The demon roared as it flew into the tent. There were no people around, the air was still and the only light came from one single beam in the center with a large wooden pole in the middle of the beam. Cruchinex suddenly felt breathless and overcome with fear as the creature grabbed him in his massive hand. He suddenly felt as though he didn’t want to die despite his demented fears. As the demon walked him over to the pole, Cruchinex squirmed and writhed until he managed to free his arms and pull himself out of the demon’s grasp. Taking this opportunity given to him, he ran up the demon’s arm and kicked it in the face with as much force as he could muster. He smiled as the demon recoiled, but that smile quickly turned into pure, unadulterated fear as the demon laughed.

The demon grabbed him up and faced him towards the pole. “Aaaah, you’ve got spunk. Too bad that THIS is where it will get you,” it said, pointing to something on the pole. Cruchinex looked at the creature and vomited. It was a ragdoll-like version of him, impaled through its torso on four wooden spikes. Instead of arms and legs, it had small stubs with stitches on them in their place. Each stub leaked out the white blood that the young boy had slipped on earlier. Cruchinex looked at the doll’s face which emanated his face perfectly except there were two stitched on X’s where his eyes should be. Cruchinex would’ve fainted from the vision of the ragged doll but the problem with dreams is that you can’t faint. “Now, Didn’t I tell you to come here boy? You should’ve listened,” the demon said cynically. The demon then proceeded to impale Cruchinex on the wood, in front of the doll, which reeked of death. It ripped off his arms and legs and as his blood fell on to the floor. Then the white blood formed the words:

“YOU ARE MARKED,”

with his blood forming the words:

“CRUCHINEX XENICROC.”

The bloods then moved and transformed into a somewhat twisted heart, which was covered by an eye and its pupil. The accursed heart seemed to glow and beat as he stared at it. He then screamed as the demon gouged out his eyes, leaving him there to bleed to death.

Then Cruchinex woke up. It was 4am, and he was too afraid to go back to sleep. So he put on his slippers and walked out to his living room window. Still shaking from his dream he looked outside to the murky night sky. The sky was filled with stars that filled sky like hundreds of brilliant gems reflecting some unknown light. There was a tall building in the distance that was erected into his surreal night scene. The building stood tall and proud as its dark panels gave no light, no reprieve from the night’s enchantments.

In Cruchinex’s mind it blurred into a shadowy figure like the shadow that he saw in his dream. He wasn’t afraid this time, in fact he seemed comforted by the shadows and welcomed them, knowing that they won’t hurt him. A gathering of comets set the horizon ablaze in a display of glory that lit up sky. During the parade of night lights, Cruchinex noticed something in his reflection, specifically in his eyes. “Oh crap. I really am marked!” he said running away from the show and into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw that a thorny, dark red heart was behind his pupil, just like he saw in his dream. “I doubt there is anything I can do about this mark. But, I…I don’t know what to do,” he said tired and upset. “No matter what I do, I doubt there will be a thing I can do about this. It’s behind my eye! I am not going blind because I’m trying to be rid of some stupid mark.”

Despite his fears, Cruchinex fell asleep again in his living room couch. When he woke up the sun was blazing bright in the sky. “HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY!!!!!” his parents said, presenting him a cake. “You’re fourteen now baby. You are becoming more of a man. Oh, I’m so proud of you sweetie,” his mother exclaimed. “Here’s your gift. A DEBIT CARD!!! I’ve started a banking and checking account with $150 in each. Use it wisely honey.” Cruchinex smiled at his mother. ‘Fiscally responsible as always Ma… Thank you,’ he thought to himself.

His father was next. He slowly revealed a medium-sized gold box. “You know your old man has a good thing running for him with my…um…business as an accountant/arms dealer. So I got you something that only I could give you. Cruchinex, I present you with this: the Ventrobrol gloves & sabers, a Xenicorc Original.” His father opened the box and revealed a pair of black and silver gloves and a pair of curved sabers. The gloves had silver lines where his veins would be, with there being a hard, raised ball where his knuckles would be. The gloves looked like they were made of leather, but as Cruchinex inspected them he felt that they were sturdier than regular gloves and felt like fleece. He picked up the pair of sabers. They were jet black curved downward from the, grip which was wrapped in leather and resembled a fang with a handle. Right at the start of the curve there were notches and inside the blade were four holes. As he picked up the blade his father began to speak.

“Son those are no normal blades. Pick them up and concentrate on making them be straight like a regular knife.” Cruchinex did as his father said and watched in glee as the blades clicked and became a straight line. “The trick is in the notches. They work by—” he said as his wife shot a glare at him. “Never mind that, just try on the gloves. They will prevent you from receiving any electric shocks while you are wearing them. But be warned—” he said. Cruchinex had already placed on the gloves on his hands when they weighed him down so much that he went straight to the floor. His father laughed. “The gloves are heavy, very heavy. They are laced with special Titanium webbing and a conductive fabric that redirects electricity. But enough about this stuff, LET’S START THIS PARTY!!!” With that, a large number of people, consisting of friends and family, revealed themselves from various hiding places and yelled, “SURPRISE!” as his birthday bash begin in their small yellow house.

A few hours had passed and it was late at night. The stars were glowing again as Cruchinex looked out the window. Suddenly, Cruchinex heard something strange; it was what sounded like a wolf howling. Now normally, a wolf howling at night is quite normal, but it isn’t normal in the city of Chicago. He ignored the sound but he heard it again, and this time it was closer, much closer. There was a scratching at his door followed by the sound of a thump. Cruchinex opened the door, and saw a large black wolf at his door. “Oh you poor thing, you must be tired. Don’t worry you can stay in here for the night,” Cruchinex said.

“I don’t want your damn pity. I’m your demon. My name is BlaCroc. Now let me in so I can give you your damn contract,” the wolf said. He looked tired, worn down, and most of all, angry. “Do you know how long it to me to get here? Four hours. Four hours of non-stop running, four hours of humans being the imbecilic creatures they are, four hours of almost and getting hit by sticks, bugs, and cars. I should kill you, but I won’t…I have my reasons.” A wave of air seemed to ripple through his fur, and then a small white stone pillar appeared in front of the wolf. A top of the pillar was a piece of parchment paper, filled with words and his name in blood. “Put your hand on the contract and this will be finishe1d and I can finally get some rest.”

Cruchinex was absolutely stunned. Some random wolf that appeared at his doorstep, TALKED, and told him that he had a contract that he had to sign, or rather had no choice but to agree to it. The oddest thing was that he wanted to do it. He wanted to be chosen for some unknown purpose. He wanted to know who this demon was, and above all, he wanted to know what his mark could do. Without further hesitation, Cruchinex placed his hand on the pillar and the ground below his feet began to shake. A red beam of dark light erupted from the floor encompassing him. Wisps of the beam filled the air as his hair rose up far above his head. It changed from its light brown hue to a deep, crimson color. His eyes seemed to give off an aura of the same color as the beam began to fade and Cruchinex’s hair began to be completely crimson. Suddenly, he got a cramp that rocked his entire body. The strain from the last day was taking its toll on him. Cruchinex’s hair began to surge back and forth between the crimson red and its light brown color. Then the beam completely disappeared and his hair was back to normal. Cruchinex looked up as his bang fell back in place. ‘Dang it... I like it better red,’ he thought to himself. Then as if by Cruchinex’s command, his hair became crimson red again.

“That’s not supposed to happen, human. That isn’t the ability of your mark…Something must have occurred when your powers were being awakened. No matter. I require nourishment, what can you give me, human?” BlaCroc asked him with authority.

“Well most of our cooked food is gone. And the rest I was told not to touch. So all we have left are some pears…But I don’t think—”Cruchinex was saying.

“You don’t think? Truer words have never been spoken. Go get me these pears of yours.” Cruchinex made a brief scowl at the wolf, which was responded with the sound of BlaCroc snarling at the boy. Immediately Cruchinex headed off in his kitchen, muttering, and returned with a somewhat large bag filled with pears. The hell hound sniffed the bag and muttered something about slime. He looked at Cruchinex and concluding that he’d rather stuff his face with the pears than the boy, for now, took a bite out of the fruit. Immediately, BlaCroc’s expression changed. He started to devour the pears with a ravenous fury, making no discretion between the actual meat of the fruit and its stems. Not wanting to stick around, Cruchinex left the wolf alone, to eat his food in peace.

As the days passed, Cruchinex and BlaCroc had barely recognized each other. Of course, in front of Cruchinex’s parents, the two would put on a façade as though they enjoyed each others company, but in truth they seemed to despise each other. Cruchinex had made attempts to hold a conversation with BlaCroc, but the demon-wolf never uttered more than four words, and usually they were “Get away from me” or “Get me some pears.” After about a week since his birthday, Cruchinex decided to try out the gloves and sabers his father gave him. He walked out of his semi-old yellow house, and walked around the street to a park. Having nothing better to do, BlaCroc followed. The two approached a tree and Cruchinex pulled out the sabers from his pockets. He lifted them and noticed that they were considerably lighter than when he first held them. ‘Is this the power of my mark? I wonder…’ He jabbed at the tree with improved speed that was inappropriate for a 14 year old to have. He smiled approving of the changes that had been placed upon his body. Still smiling, he decided to place on the gloves. As he tried to lift his hands he soon realized that he was getting nowhere fast. Seeing Cruchinex struggle to lift his hands, BlaCroc began to laugh at the child.

“You are feeble and a disappointment, even with the power of the mark.”

“Shut up you lazy dog! You’ve done nothing but sit around and ask for pears! I don’t even know why your still here! Why don’t you get out of my damn life?” Cruchinex retorted.

“Your life wasn’t damned before, BUT IT IS NOW!!!!!” BlaCroc said as he pounced on the boy. Snarling he began to press down on Cruchinex’s chest, causing him to lose breath. Panting, Cruchinex refused to be taken down so easily. The boy used all the strength he could muster to pick up his arms and punch the wolf, throwing him off his chest. The wolf looked temporarily stunned, which is very unbecoming for a demon, but he then disappeared. As Cruchinex looked for the wolf, he felt the sharp pain of claws shred through his back like butter. The wolf growled as Cruchinex fell and bit onto his leg. The hound then tossed him into the tree sending a surge of pain through his back. He walked up to the boy, teeth barred, ready to strike. As he was going to bite into his neck, Cruchinex grabbed BlaCroc’s throat, choking him. His eyes began to glow a deep crimson as he picked up the wolf and threw him a good few meters away from him.

“I’ve had enough of this! I’m tired of you being…YOU! I don’t even know why you’re here! I’m leaving, and I don’t care what you do, just don’t mess with me any more!” Cruchinex said, tears in his eyes from both the wounds and because his hopes were dashed.

“CRUCHINEX! What happened to you?” his mother screamed as he came in the door. BlaCroc followed in behind him looking down he did. His mother glared at the wolf that merely fell as he came inside.

“Ma it’s not what you think. BlaCroc and I were in the park when some older guys with dogs came and beat us up. BlaCroc did his best to protect me, but I got hit a couple of times,” Cruchinex lied. His mother looked at him and the wolf suspiciously, but sighed in relief.

“Thank God. Oh my, your father and I were about to leave for our anniversary, finally, but I’m not going anywhere until your better.” Cruchinex had completely forgotten that today was the day that his parents had told him they would be going on their anniversary trip to Las Vegas, to mix business with pleasure, he supposed. Cruchinex looked at his mother and asked her not to hold out on her plans because he was a little beaten for it. All it got him was a slap on the face and the next 48 hours under her watch and care.

During that time, Cruchinex and BlaCroc had actually become closer than they were before. BlaCroc explained to him why he had stayed here with Cruchinex. “My former master, the demon of deception, had begun to turn over a new leaf, despite his ways. He began to turn on the minions of Hell, and went to those pearly gates, barely escaping his destruction. When he reached the gates of Heaven they did not believe him because of who he was. He tried to convince them to open the entrance but it was too late. His fellow demons had caught up to him and dragged him back down to hell, killing him. At that moment of his death you were born. That is why I’m here; I believe…we are supposed to be with each other.” The wolf looked down, not wanting to reveal his emotions to the boy. ‘What am I doing, confessing to a human? I should be better than this…telling him about him…’BlaCroc was quite upset after he said this to Cruchinex and left him alone for the next few hours.

After two days of hovering, Cruchinex’s parents decided to take their vacation. The babysitter would be there in a few hours and they were ready to go. “Now remember, Cru, if anything happens call me, then call the cops okay?” his father said.

“Yes sir I will!” Cruchinex responded. He was happy for his parents and waved them a goodbye as they headed off to the airport. About 30 minutes later he got a call from his mother telling him they were boarding the plane to Denver and from there be catching the plane to Vegas. She told him she loved him and so did his father as they hung up the call and boarded their flight. It was the last time he ever spoke to his parents.

Cruchinex was taking a nap while BlaCroc had “went out” to do something when he was awoken by the sound of his doorbell ringing. Cruchinex eased off the couch as he opened the door. “I didn’t expect you to be here so ear—”he began to say. He looked at several men in green shirts and pants at his door. On the front of their shirts, there was a big “MC” with the man in front’s being gold and the rest of the men having black. “Oh hello… May I help you?” Cruchinex said.

“We are looking for Arignou Xenicroc.” Cruchinex perked up at the sound off his father’s name. “We are here to purchase something from him. We will enter and remain here until he can speak with us. My name is Captain Robert Phion and these are my men.” Cruchinex was worried. His father had told him that if anything was to happen, to call him. Unfortunately, his father was on the plane and when he called him, it went straight to his voicemail.

“Umm dad, strange men with guns are here to buy something from you. They also said they aren’t leaving until you get here to sell it to them. Could you uh please get here? Thanks and sorry daddy,” he said leaving a message on his father’s phone. He looked at the strange men. He knew they meant business, and from the looks of it, they would stay here until his dad came back from his anniversary. “Would you like a seat?” the boy asked. Captain Robert shook his head saying that they would rather stand and be strong than take a seat. Cruchinex gave them a strange look, which was well deserved for such strange men. He knew nothing about them except that they dealt with his father, and had guns, very large guns. The boy wanted to make sure that these people were legit, so he had begun to devise a plan to determine their nature. It took him about 20 minutes to make up the plan, but before he had the chance to implement it, something happened. That something was the local F.B.I branch surrounding his house. He had remembered the nights where he had stared at their building always worried about what they did there and more importantly, whether or not they knew about his father. Today was the worst day for any of this to happen.

“We have the house surrounded! There is no place for you to go, Captain Robert Phion!” said a voice from outside his home. Cruchinex could not believe it. They didn’t know about his father, it just so happened that these men were wanted criminals. Before he could relax, though, Captain Phion grabbed him and placed a gun to his head. “None of you will move else I blow this kids head off!” he retorted with a maniacal laugh. The F.B.I agents outside had a serious problem as they saw Cruchinex inside with they other members of the MC. They were unable to make any outright moves so far, so the F.B.I. proceeded with futile negotiations with the captain. However, while they were making the negotiations, both groups decide to make battle plans. Robert had told his men to fortify the house, while the head F.B.I agent was telling his men to prepare for an assault on the house. What came next could only be described as chaos as the militias loaded their guns and went into battle.

The agents charged in guns cocked. Or rather they charged in under a veil of smoke. They threw in a few smoke bombs, enshrouding the house in a gray cover. Robert Phion held on closely to Cruchinex as he tried to figure out his surroundings. Then someone bumped into an agent or an agent fell into another person but that is when the bullets came. There was a brief silence, a very surreal feeling and then peal of bullets being shot through the smoke as the people began to fall. There was the sound of bullets “swooshing through the air and buzzing past people, especially Cruchinex, when one hit Captain Phion in the shoulder. He let out a big groan and spontaneously released Cruchinex. He ran towards a door to the basement and hid inside. The basement was relatively safe from the scene that had laid waste to his small yellow house. It was dark and filled with many objects, some of which where weapons and others…others he could not identify. Cruchinex then saw something lying on one of his father’s designing boards. It was covered in a light that gave it a halo-ish glow to it. Driven by curiosity and a desire for answers, Cruchinex walked over to the table and laid his eyes upon the designs.

They were plans for a giant mechanized robot called the Menos Coalition Krucible. The mech was sound in terms of gun power and the he weapon systems it could be adapted to hold were innumerable. His father must have been making these plans for MC, which he now knew stood for Menos Coalition. The mech could do battle in real-time situations and was well-equipped for anytime. Most of all, it could be created. The guns that it used were all real and the armor was nothing but Steel or in some cases Aluminum. There were designs on how to build it from regular rocks, rocks that could be found all over the place. Cruchinex was in shock. He immediately tried to cover up the plans in junk but suddenly, the door burst open. Cruchinex hid underneath a nearby table as the people came in looking for him.

“Fan out! Find the Boy!” a filtered voice said. They began to tear up the basement looking for him. Cruchinex was worried they would find things that could jeopardize his father’s career. They found a few guns but nothing too serious, which included the plans on the table. After a few minutes one of the men grabbed his legs and pulled him from under the table. He pulled the boy close as he told him everything would be fine. The FBI Agents had apparently been successful. As they took him upstairs, Robert Phion was nowhere in sight but he didn’t care. Cruchinex was glad he was safe. This was soon interrupted by him being placed in a van and taken away to the FBI building that he gazed at every starry night.

The agents took Cruchinex into a damp room about 50 degrees. Inside it was the man who had saved Cruchinex and the head of this division, John Locke. They offered him some hot chocolate and apologized for the heat.

“Young man, I am sorry for the events that have happened to you today. Your house will be restored with the Bureau’s money. However there are some questions we need to ask you. Is that okay with you?” Cruchinex nodded. He turned on a tape recorder and they began.

“First question: why were you alone in your house when my agents arrived and why were they in your house?”

“The babysitter was on her way and I thought they were her and then I opened the door and….well they let themselves in.”

“Next, what did these men want and what did they call themselves?”

“My father; the first thing the first thing they asked for was my father. When I asked for their names they called themselves the Menos coalition,” Cruchinex half-lied. The questions continued in this manner until John asked the final question.

“What does your father do and why would they want him? Was he involved in anything illegal or questionable?” Cruchinex was nervous. He had been told never to tell his father’s real career. But as he opened his mouth to lie but there was a loud boom and a white flash. Cruchinex couldn’t see and was dazed but when he finally came to he saw Robert Phion standing in front of John Locke, both of them holding their guns and everything he could see was on fire except for the fuse box.

“W-What’s going on?” Cruchinex said in obvious shock. Robert turned his head and shot a bullet at the boy. Cruchinex barely was able to dodge the shot. John took this opportunity to punch the man in the face. Blood rang out from his face as his ears began ringing from the blow. He got up and pounced on the FBI agent as they began to brawl. Punch after punch they gave each other delivering blows to the side, face and back. Both parties had scrambled for their guns throughout the fight. Robert Phion charges at John cracking a nearby glass window. He eases up to allow for the agent to slump down. As he does this, John gets up rapidly connecting with an uppercut. Locke then proceeds to kick Phion to the other side of the room. Both are injured and they see their guns inches away from their hands. Cruchinex begins to cry as his eyes start to glow red. He runs forward as the two loaded their weapons. Cruchinex had not paid attention to the guns before but he noticed them now. The weapon that Phion held was roughly the size of a cannon with several smaller barrels around its main cannon. It was form one of the smaller barrels in which he had shot Cruchinex online. John Locke had a gun that seemed to be a sniper rifle with lasers. Cruchinex got up, tears in his eyes, ran up and yelled “STOP! YOU MUSTN’T KILL EACH OTHER!!!” At that exact moment his eyes began to glow red as his Mark’s power came to fruition. Somewhere a few miles away BlaCroc’s head rose. He immediately began to run over to the scene.

There was a white flash as a long cylindrical object appeared in his hands. He wasted no time and pulled it back as it released an invisible pulse wave. It connects with the two leaders as they were about to collide and kill each other. However, something wrong happened. The fuse box was sparking and Cruchinex could see something had gone wrong as every wire connected to an outlet began to surge and overload with power; all of the devices began to explode over the overload of power and light fires in their wake. Cruchinex could see the supercharged wires as sparks traveled down the walls and throughout the entire building. Suddenly there was a loud boom as something in the basement of lone building began to erupt. The building was shaking swayed left and right from is wake as the first person died in a resulting explosion from his car’s exhaust pipe. More and more destruction was caused as more vehicles blew up. On the top floor Cruchinex had an aerial view of what was happening. Then he saw the worst part yet.

The overloading circuits did not stop at the island surrounded building but headed forth unto the power plant. There it seemed to be contained as the plant had special devices for such overloads however as a light bulb exploded from traveling through the building wire sparks caught onto exposed wires and boosted the power of the overloading wave. The building began to erupt as volts of electricity arced from place to place and fire broke out. From the plant, it traveled through the wires in poles, circuits, and outlets all over the series. Electrical fires emitted throughout the city as Cruchinex watched Chicago literally burn to the ground.

The building he was in was not exempt from the chaos so as he watched the scene from a damaged window, more explosions erupted from the building swaying it to the right. Cruchinex lost his footing and was knocked into a wall. He lay there unconscious as the building began to crumble and swayed to his left and launched him out the very window Cruchinex was watching from. Unconscious he fell to his demise on the lake floor below when BlaCroc jumped into the air and caught the boy on his back. The child lay still as they landed softly on the ground. He awoke seconds later to see that he was on BlaCroc’s back. The wolf was running incredibly fast as they tried to escape from their ruination.

There was the sound of a car pulling up as Cruchinex turned to see a car pulling up to his house. The sky was so black from the fires and his vision was so blurry that he couldn’t make it out completely. “BlaCroc, go back,” he said as the wolf ignored him. “Go Back! Stop! STOP! STOOPP RUNNING NOW! Turn around!!” Cruchinex said with tears streaming down his face. He was convinced that the car belonged to his parents and that they had got his message. He began to beat the wolf as he still ran trying to escape. “Why won’t you turn around??!!! Why won’t you—“ Cruchinex was interrupted as the was a loud noise like thousands of peals of thunder all at once as he saw a fireball emerging from the FBI building. It began to grow rapidly in size as it expanded across the water incinerating everything it touched. It reached his house and Cruchinex screamed as his yellow house, the car, the building and the people were lost in the giant blaze. Finally, the fireball exploded and sent a shockwave in all directions which knocked down several towers, trees, and a multitude of other objects. The shockwave was faster than BlaCroc could run and reached them knocking the unconscious and sent them hurtling into the nearby Lake Michigan. They drifted away form the devastated scene, eventually waking up, with no memory of anything that happened but a clear view of all the destruction that had wreaked havoc in their city. Cruchinex and BlaCroc walked in silent tears, headed off into the unknown, with only each other for companionship and support and their hearts with nothing more they could bear.

 

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