Night One Hundred And Eleven
Age 1979
Within a large white room a test was about to begin...
Three things could be seen in the room. The first was a still human Mr. Hyde, the second was a young boy with ruby red eyes, and snow white hair, Row... And the last thing was a simple looking Viscount Bestia Macht which was chained to the back wall and letting out loud growls and hisses as it clawed and snapped at them unable to reach its prey... Its mouth was even muzzled stopping its energy beams as its eyes glared down. It looked like a giant blue wolf but with eight spider like legs and large black spikes all on its body.
"Alright Row." Mr. Hyde smiled placing his hand on the small boys head. "Try to use your Crests Power and take out the Bestia Macht."
"Right..."
Mr. Hyde moved back as a large plate of glass closed the room off, leaving Mr. Hyde behind the safety glass as the chains around the Bestia Macht shattered and it fired towards the young boy.
Row cocked his head to the side as he watched it jump towards him. A green glow seeped out of his chest forming a 'D' shaped Crest over his heart as the green energy seeped out. "Yume... Save me..."
Before the Beast could reach its prey a fist came down slamming it into the ground. Standing over Row was Yume, twin brother of Piero, and former holder of the Dreamer Crest, being brought into creation by Row.
"Bad doggy." Yume smirked. He raised his hand up as a large metal great sword appeared in his hands and he fired forward slashing it straight through the Bestia Macht splitting it in half as the beast let out one last howl.
Row let out a small hum. "Good Yume." He said as the man vanished.
"Amazing..." Mr. Hyde said with wide eyes. "That Crest allows him to bring in people who once existed creating bodies and personalities for them... Though their bodies aren't on the level of the original, and the personalities are always, as are the memories... He's just creating who he thinks they are... So far he is limited to just creating dead people, and fake personalities, and only one at a time... I wonder what he'll be like in a few years though... He may even be able to make new and real personalities and other living people..."
Row turned to look back at Mr. Hyde as he gave a small frown. "Can I go now? I want some food?"
"R... Right..."
Meanwhile up above two people could be seen watching the test that just went on...
Hero gave a small smile as she folded her arms. "Wow. Your brother is coming along nicely. He's gonna make a great Enforcer one day."
A much younger Vil stood next to the Squad One Captain as he watched the screen. "Hey... Do you think... I should have been created..."
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Age 1991
Hero entered the turned over building dropping down a large slope as he landed in a large dark room with a stone floor.
"Alright Vil." Hero yelled out looking around the dark room. "I know your down here."
There was a silver flash for a moment as Hero changed his hand into his claw mode raising it up just in time to block a slash from Vil. Vil's eyes met Hero as the fourteen year old boy jumped away pointing his sword at his older brother.
"You're a fool for actually coming here." Vil hissed out. "This is going to be your grave."
"Vil-"
"Don't act like you know me!"
"I'm your older brother-"
"No!" Vil yelled stomping his foot as he glared at Hero. "No... You aren't. You're Hero Law, a fake man in the body of Row. You aren't me. We never met. All memories you have of me aren't yours. They're my brothers Row. This is the first time we ever met."
"Than why do you hate me!"
"I hate Row because he left me! He left us all and went to go and live with that damn clown! And I hate you because you're so weak! My brother was one of the strongest people I know... And yet you're some weak child playing superhero, letting out yells about how you're some hero of justice, you even have the real Hero's Equation and yet even when holding back she can keep up with you! The amount of advantages you have and yet you're this weak is just sad! You don't eve deserve to exist. I hate Row but I'll say this... He was strong, but he was a fool for saving you." Vil's frown only grew larger when Hero began to smile. "Why the hell are you smiling!"
Hero now had a large smile on his face as Vil spoke. "Sorry." His smile only grew. "It's just you saying that proves you wrong."
"Come again?"
"Row wasn't strong." Hero laughed. "He wasn't brave either. He failed to save anyone, and made me because he gave up. Row failed and quit. He passed on the will of Piero to me, the will I hold now, and his own dreams. I am a hero of justice! Your brother wasn't strong. He might have had power, but he had no will."
Vil let out a small hiss as he lowered his own sword to the ground. "I'm taking you down here and now. I'm a Caster Type, the Equation within me, was made by Row, and it's the only known Equation that can mess with time... With it I am able to leap one second into the future..."
"And yet I've blocked you three times now!" Hero bragged.
"Not even you can keep up with my full speed..." Vil hissed flashing forward. Hero brought his arm up blocking the strike just in time, but in another flash Vil was gone attacking from another angle. Hero blocked it once again, but just like before he vanished the moment his blade touched down. He got faster and faster swinging his blade down again, and again, and again, as Hero did his best to block, but not even he could wart off every strike as small cuts began to slowly appear on his skin and jacket as the blade came down.
Hero slammed his hand forward unleashing a powerful strike in the area Vil appeared. Vil managed to hold his katana up just in time as the force sent him flying back. "Not good..." Hero hissed. "I'm already pretty banged up from my shoulder wound... I need to end this quickly..." Hero jumped forward slicing out with his arm and clawing into Vil's chest cutting it and making the boy let out a yell of pain. The force of it was strong enough to throw him into the air once more as he yelled in pain.
Vil spun through the air as he landed feet first on the wall and kicked himself forward as he fired through the air and sliced out with his blade as his body leaped through time and he slashed out landing behind Hero and slicing his right shoulder open, spraying blood out, and leaving Hero with two wounded shoulders now. Vil jumped into the air spinning his body around as he brought the blade down about to stab it through the roof of Hero's head.
Hero managed to bring his arm up just in time as it morphed into his now drill mode spinning around and getting his brothers sword caught in the gears as it spun around and sent the blade flying back where it stabbed into a wall. Vil kicked out with both his legs hitting Hero on the face as he back flipped off of his brothers face and used his powers to jump through time once again as he landed next to his blade and pulled it out of the wall.
"Get ready..." Vil hissed. "This is where it gets hard..."
"It wasn't supposed to be hard before?" Hero asked with wide eyes. Blood at this point was coming down both his shoulders as he changed his arm back into its clawed state. "I don't suppose we can have a heart to heart as brothers-"
"You aren't my brother you faker!" Vil yelled. His body glowed as his eyes flashed. "Level Two!" His wounds began to glow and heal over as he smirked. "In this stage I am able to rewind time on my wounds allowing my body to heal almost as good as a Seraphin as well as draw on power from a version of me in the future."
"I see why time based powers don't exist-"
Vil shot forward at an even faster speed slamming his blade into Hero's face using the handle to slam into the boys face. Hero punched out cutting into Vil's cheek but seconds later the wound healed as he slammed his foot into Hero's chin sending him into the air.
"Your finished!" Vil yelled stabbing his sword up and stabbing it through Hero's gut making him yell out in pain. Vil gritted his teeth as he twisted on the blade and drove it in deeper as he pushed Hero back, the sword still in him, and pressing Hero to the wall. Hero's arm reverted to normal as he wrapped his hands around the blade and head butted Vil as hard as he could.
"I... Refuse... To... Die... To... Such... A... Weeby... Weapon..." Hero gasped pulling the Katana out of his gut as his back was pressed to the wall and he slowly dropped down it. Hero began breathing heavily as he covered his gut wound with both his hands. Hero looked up at his brother who had an angry look. "Vil..."
"Don't look at me like that!" Vil hissed raising the sword up. He didn't bring it down though staring at Hero's eyes. "S... Stop looking at me like that!"
"Vil listen-"
"Stop it! I hate you! I hate Row! You're not my brother!"
"The memories might have been fake..." Hero nodded. "They might have been Rows... I don't care about all of that though. As far as I care you're my baby brother. I've thought about you everyday... Row has as well-"
"Just shut the hell up!" Vil screamed finally slashing the sword down. Before it could hit Hero though the blade was stopped by what seemed to be a red string... "What?"
,,˙ǝslǝ ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos op oʇ spǝǝu ǝH ˙ʇuǝpnʇs ssɐqɯnp ʎɯ ʇɹnɥ noʎ ʇǝl ʇ,uɐɔ I ˙ʎɹɹoS,,
A figure dropped down in the darkness of the room. He was in bright pink robes and now had a large wheel on a stick supporting him but Hero knew who he was the moment he saw him...
"M... Master?"
A red string of blood was coming out of the robes as the string pulled back and a large hand of blood reached out of the robes catching the sword as it pointed it at Vil. ,,˙˙˙ǝlʇʇᴉɹq ʎɹǝʌ ǝɹɐ ǝƃpǝ ƃuoɹʇs ɐ ƃuᴉʌɐɥ ǝlᴉɥʍ ǝsǝɥʇ ǝʞᴉl spɹoʍs os uǝʌƎ ˙ǝʇᴉɥM ɟo uoᴉʇɐN ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ suodɐǝʍ ɟo uɐɟ ɐ ǝɹɐ noʎ 'ʇuǝpnʇs ɹǝɥʇo ʎɯ ǝʞᴉl ɥɔnɯ ǝǝs I,, The hand squeezed down as the blade shattered and Vil let out a yell of anger. ,,˙ǝǝS,,
Vil brought his arms up entering a martial arts stance as he got ready to fight the pink robed man. "I don't know who the hell you are, or what the hell you're saying, but I'm gonna kick your ass-"
"Baby bro... might want to let this one drop..." Hero warned.
"Shut the hell up!"
,,˙˙˙sƃuᴉlǝǝɟ pɹɐɥ oN ˙ʇᴉ op oʇ ʇuɐʍ I ǝsnɐɔǝq ʇᴉ op ʎlǝɹǝɯ puɐ 'ǝʇɐɥ ou ɟo ʇno ʇᴉ op I ʇɐɥʇ ǝʇou ǝsɐǝld ʇnq 'ʍou puɐ ǝɹǝɥ ʇɹɐdɐ noʎ ƃuᴉddᴉɹ ǝq llᴉʍ I llᴉʇs uǝʌǝ llǝM ¿ɹǝɥʇoɹq ǝlʇʇᴉl sʇuǝpnʇs ʎɯ ǝɹɐ noʎ oS,,
There was a flash of black light as everyone stopped what they were doing. Seconds later the female Hero, also known as The Jester appeared. She placed a hand on Vil's shoulder giving a smile. "I'm afraid the shows coming to an end." She sighed. "I can only use this Crest in short bursts thanks to my DNA and even then only for the uses of a show. After all it's the duty of a Clown to entertain is it not."
,,˙˙˙ʍɐ˥ oɹǝH 'ɥ∀,,
"Goodbye Master Aka. Say hi to your daughter, the Red Empresses for me." A black light seeped out of them as both her and Vil vanished away in the black light.
"I really hate her..." Hero sighed.
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"...So-"
A large red boxing glove fired out of the mans Robes slamming into Hero's face knocking his head back.
,,¡ǝuɐq-sɟloM ʎɯ ƃuᴉʇɐǝ ɹoɟ s,ʇɐɥ┴,,
"Ow..." Hero shook his head coughing out in pain. "Take it easy Master. I'm pretty banged up here ya know... Also! Why are you here?"
,,˙noʎ ǝʌɐs ǝɯoɔ oʇ ǝɯ ɹoɟ pǝʞsɐ ɯɹoʇS ɹǝʇsɐW,,
"Really? Nice." Hero tried to stand back up but his legs gave out as he collapsed back onto the ground. He let out a sheepish giggle. "I don't think I can stand anymore... I'm drained..."
"I knew I should have snuck off." A voice laughed. Hannah phased through the floor landing on the ground as she gave a small wave. "Oh hi Master." The Master just let out a grunt as he nodded his head for a moment. She turned back to Hero who was staring at her in shock. "Before you ask a lot of us came here."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think it was overkill though." Hannah laughed. "There was only like eight guys? Though Ward keep saying, 'no, no bring everyone, we need everyone to be there' for someone so smart he really came up with a pretty dumb plan? He keep thinking there was going to be way more, going on and on about how one of them can make soldiers so we need a lot... But that's not important." She slowly held her hand out to him. "How da ya feel?"
"Can't walk, haha... Again..."
"Again..." Hannah gave a smirk as she helped Hero up and placed him on his back. "Am I gonna have to do this after every mission you go on?"
"Maybe..." Hero laughed. "Master how long are you-" Hero stopped and looked around no longer seeing the figure in the pink robes. "What? Where did he go."
"Whoa... Spooky..."