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Chapter 41 (Remnant 3)

They starved me.

For three days, I was without food, and without sleep. I was only given water to drink, and even the water tasted foul.

I walked alongside several Halakites with a strange collar around my neck that prevented me from using my pyrokinesis. Despite my weakened body, that was screaming for food and water, and sleep, I was filled with adrenaline. All that matters was what had happened to Meena.

We entered the throne room, where I was thrown on my knees. I looked up, and my eyes widened.

Meena stood by Kallas' side, who was seated on a large throne. On his left, sat another Halakite, who wore a three piece suit, with Halakite patterns. I thought he was a human, until I looked close and realized he had a third eye. And his skin, was purple, just like Kallas.

The throne on his right was empty.

Meena was expressionless, standing by Kallas' side, and Chance, was on his other. They were both unrestrained. But they made no attempt to escape. I could see why.

Meena looked at me, and her face was momentarily full of horror, but returned back to its dead expression.

"Mee-" I muttered, but a Halakite slammed me in my midsection, washing me with nausea, as I fell to the ground, groaning.

Meena said nothing.

"Deacon Chow. Meena's corruptor. I have brought you here today to... actually. What am I saying." Kallas began to laugh, maniacally. His voice booming and echoing in the throne room. The throne room itself looked organic, like... alien flesh. Burgundy, and alive.

"Screw the formalities." Kallas muttered. He leaned forward from the throne.

"I just wanna play with you. You're going to become my new play-mate. Does that sound nice?"

The Halakite next to him sneered.

"My brother is of poor professionalism. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Malakai. You have been summoned here today, for us to test the results of our operation on Meena Kennedy."

Operation?!

I stared at Meena's expressionless face, in shock. I didn't see it before, but underneath her neck, the same place as Chance's, was a glowing mass. She was...

Malakai leaned to the side on his throne, placing his chin on his hand.

"The shock on your face tells me you've figured it out. We have finished restoring Meena to her original form. To what she was intended to be."

A tear ran down my cheek.

"You... you..." I muttered.

"YOU BASTARDS!" I screamed, unleashing everything I had, the flames overtaking the collar's capacity, as I flooded the entire surroundings with flame.

Kallas raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like our collars need more work. Well, I guess this is fine. Was going to take it off anyway."

I glared at the Halakites.

"How could you..." I growled. "Give Meena back!"

Kallas shook his head. "The Meena you knew is gone. At least... that is what we will see today. Because I'm going to be putting you to a test."

Kallas leapt from his throne, facing me. From where his feet landed, several purple cracks appeared.

"I received word that my youngest brother, Zora, was slain by the being known as Brickhouse. I am now receiving news from my Halakite subordinates that he is related to you by blood."

A droplet of sweat ran down my neck.

"As annoying as he was, he was still my brother. I don't take this lightly..." Kallas' face turned into a maniacal smile.

"An eye for an eye. He took a brother from me. I shall take a brother from him. In the most brutal... painful way possible. The only way I know how."

Malakai leaned forward.

"You want to get Meena back, Deacon? Then prove it. Fight Kallas. And show that you are strong enough to deserve her. But I must warn you... if you lose. You will not face a quick and painless death. You will face a fate much worse..."

"Yes..." Kallas hissed. "You will become my toy. My play-mate. A new thing to have fun with..."

Kallas licked his lips.

"I knew your face was similar... Deacon Chow. Because it reminded me of another being. One who brought my kind to the brink of extinction.

"Paladin Decen of Acadia."

My eyes went wide, as Kallas charged.

Chapter 42 (Remnant 3)

There was no time to dodge.

I superheated my body, blasting a flame outwards, but Kallas barged right through, slamming into me with his shoulder. I slid back.

"Come on, Deacon. You want Meena? You have to try a lot harder than that."

I needed more power. I needed it. If I didn't step up... I was going to lose Meena forever.

I roared, and held out my hands, launching a massive torrent of flames at Kallas, who simply summoned a purple machete, swinging and brandishing it, extinguishing my flames.

"How disgusting. To think that Miss Kennedy chose you to breed."

"Meena..." I muttered, looking at her. She regarded me with a cold expression.

"MEENA!" I shouted. "SNAP OUT OF IT!"

Kallas closed the distance, and slashed his machete right into my chest, as it exploded in pain. I yelled in agony, but before I could do anything, Kallas spun around and launched me to the other side of the throne room.

I tried to get up, but slipped on the ground. It was slippery with my own blood.

Kallas began to approach me, his machete spinning from his hand, his expression bored.

"You're a disappointment, Deacon. How could you call yourself a suitable mate for the great Meena Kennedy? The greatest killer? Hm? Well, the objective isn't to have a great fight. It's just to see if Meena has lost her connection to you... so..."

Kallas swiped down, and I yelled in pain, as the machete went through my leg.

"Ack... urghhh!!!" I groaned, and fired a jet of flame out of my hand, launching me under Kallas' legs, and flew into the air.

I needed to defeat him. If I could create a massive explosion, I could blow my way out of here. I could grab Meena and leave.

My body glowed with heat, I could feel myself giving way. The exhaustion creeping as I felt the last of my gas tank being depleted. This would be my final blast. A final burst of heat in a massive explosion, to finish this and survive. To protect Meena.

Everything I had done to become tough.

This was my chance to prove that I could save Meena.

I thought back to how Kyrael had trained me. Merrow's smile.

Lucius, kneeling down in front of me. Telling me he was also training to get stronger. Despite never showing it, I knew he cared for me and wanted me to become tough. He respected me and loved me as a brother.

I needed to come back to them, with Meena.

I had to do this.

I closed my eyes, summoning everything I had. I opened my eyes, and the whole room became illuminated with heat, as I generated more flames than ever before.

Kallas stood there, smiling. "Come. Deacon. Show me... your full power."

This was it.

No going back now.

I yelled, as hard as I could, as I unleashed everything. A massive torrent of flame, bigger than anything I had ever produced, aiming straight into Kallas as the entire throne room was drowned in flames. Kallas nowhere to be found.

I fell to the ground, depleted. I needed to get up. The last burst must have done something... I must have...

The smoke cleared, and my eyes widened.

Nothing burnt. Nothing was damaged. The walls were still intact. My flames... weren't even enough to char the surroundings and make an opening to escape. I watched as the outline of Kallas emerged from the smoke, his machete in hand.

I fell to my knees, hopeless.

"No..."

"Deacon... I am most disappointed." Kallas said, as he swiped down with his machete, cutting deep into my collarbone. I screamed in agony as I looked at Meena, her face momentarily twitching.

The blade came back up again as I stared at the blood all over the blade. My blood.

Kallas dropped the blade into me again, as I could not help but scream. The pain... it was too much. I couldn't do anything. I could barely breathe. All I could do... was follow my instincts. To scream for help.

"AAAAUGH" I yelled, as Kallas continued slashing, chopping and hacking away at me. The feeling was surreal. I had never seen my body take so much punishment.

I fell to my side, staring at Meena. Her face had contorted, as her mouth twitched.

Malakai raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm... I guess our procedure failed. She was not the right one after all."

Kallas stabbed, cut, and chopped into me, as more of my screams caused Meena to come back.

"STOP!" Meena screamed, but several Halakites restrained her.

Kallas stopped cutting and stood up.

"Oh dear. Looks like our procedure wasn't a success after all. Whatever shall we do."

"Urghh.... blurrgh...." I sputtered, my mouth full of blood. I was unable to speak.

"Deacon..." Meena sobbed.

I tried to hold out my hand, but my elbows were broken.

My eyes began to close, but I watched as the Halakites took Meena away.

Kallas shook his head. "Shame. I thought the procedure would work. Who are we going to use the Transformer on now?"

Malakai put his hand on his chin.

"I have a better idea." He got up from his throne and went up to me, grabbing my chin.

"He's still alive, after all of that. Even then, during your last encounter with this boy, you noted he displayed a more primal... destructive side, did you not?"

Kallas looked surprise. "Good call. You are right."

Malakai looked at me, as my vision began to fade. "He's hiding it, but it's there. Let's see you bring that side of him out. Whatever means necessary. Perhaps our little trip to Corinth wasn't a waste of time after all."

My last few moments before losing consciousness was seeing Kallas gleaming at me, his smile, unnaturally big. So big that his face contorted in an unnatural shape.