Mogul vs. Remnants Pt. VI: Fury vs. Arman and Lucius

Chapter 64 (Remnant 3)

"Tactical, and concealing. Fits your style." Chance complimented me.

I said nothing, as I looked at my reflection. I was wearing a long trench coat that concealed my body, my messy white hair, slightly covering my eyes the same way Decen's did, only longer. I had worried of the day... where I would look into the mirror and be greeted by the orange eyed monster. But now, it was reassurance. Reassurance that Deacon would never return.

He could never return.

I needed to be strong, for Meena.

Our mission was simple. Take down the civilization, and clear out its defenders. Allow the Halakite transporter to extract the resources from the planet core. We had fifty minutes to defend the excavator. After that, extraction would be waiting.

A Halakite screeched, from within our space pod. It was time.

The doors opened, and our troops jumped from the pod, and flew downwards. A rain of Halakites descending from the heavens, as the planet's defenders took action, their glowing blue bodies flying up to meet us. The sounds of the defender's slaughters filled the skies.

It was inevitable.

"Shall we descend? Fury?" Chance asked me. I nodded, as we both jumped out of the pod and landed on the ground before the defenders. Five of them confronted us. I narrowed my eyes, and noticed they were dressed differently from the troopers that engaged our soldiers.

The squadron spoke in unison. "We are the defenders of this world. The Cobalt Five. We are here to put an end to your tyranny. Return to your planet, at once, or be brought down in the name of justice!"

Chance scoffed, and took out his gun-blade.

"I'll fight these guys."

"No." I responded, looking at one of the defenders.

"There is no need to expend your ammunition. From the way they position themselves..." I pointed to the one in the center. "That is the leader. Defeating him will break their morale."

The captain grinned. "You wish to fight me? Villain? It shall be done. For justice will always overcome darkness." The captain began to power up, glowing bright blue, as the winds in his vicinity swirled in response to his power.

Chance leapt back, and ordered the Halakites to continue fighting off the troopers. The other four members of the Cobalt squad backed off as the captain continued powering up, his eyes glowing blue.

"Last chance, boy. Will you heed my warnings? Or do you choose annihilation?"

I held out my hand, a gesture to bring it.

The captain bashed his fists together. "Your funeral, villain!"

The captain rushed forward, and launched a punch in my direction. I leaned back, summoning the fires of Diablos as I levitated into the air, and intercepted the punch with two flaming tendrils from my back.

The captain's eyes momentarily widened. "Impressive strength, villain. But you are no match, for the blinding light of just-"

His speech was cut short, as I summoned a third tendril that went straight into his chest, impaling him, and throwing him into the air. The captain coughed a shower of blood as his teammates yelled his name in concern.

"Captain!"

They tried to assist him, but Chance intercepted them, drawing both his gun blade and his assault rifle.

"One on one. If you idiots join him, I'll have to consider this a two on five. And trust me... you don't want that."

My tendril slammed the captain into the ground with a massive BOOM. The captain struggled to his feet, attempting to heal the massive hole in his chest by sending light particles at it, but to no avail.

The captain heaved, struggling to catch his breath, but was able to speak.

"You got me good... kid. But I will not give up. For I am defender of this world. I live to serve." He began to cough. There was no point healing this type of wound. The fires of Diablos that emanated from my tendrils had completely charred and burnt the tissue around his wound, keeping him from regenerating.

"This fight is decided." I replied, and held out my hand, as it became shrouded with flames, growing until it became a giant flaming blade. I zipped forward, and cut right into the captain's midsection. The defender was launched backwards, and slid, until sliding to a stop. His face, emotionless and empty.

"Captain!" The squad yelled, in devastation.

The squad turned to me, their faces were full of rage. For a group of so called defenders of the world, they were not very heroic. I watched as they charged me with blinding speed, but I already held out my hand, and blasted them all to ashes with a powerful burst of flame.

"Nice one, Fury. These so called 'heroes of Falaria' were no match for you." Chance complimented.

I looked up at the skies, as more of the planet's defenders tried to aid in attempting to fend off the Halakites. It was time to return to the ship. I grabbed Chance with a tendril, as we flew back to the spacecraft.

"Contract complete." I said, as I watched the planet collapse from having its natural resources depleted.

Chapter 65 (Remnant 3)

"I have a new assignment for you, Fury." Malakai said.

I knelt before him, awaiting his orders.

Malakai spread his hands, and the locust swarm manifested a city. I recognized it immediately, but I didn't let it show on my face.

"Within this city, is a mercenary company known as The Organization. I want you to annihilate the entire company, and bring back this artifact."

Malakai zoomed in on an object.

"The Fulcrum. It shall aid in the preparation of our warfare."

"It shall be done." I responded. Unfortunately, my voice did not conceal my thoughts, because Malakai sensed it.

"Discord laces your voice, Fury."

"There is no discord. I will complete my task."

Malakai got up from his throne and walked up to me. "Fury of the Halakites. Remember why you serve me. To protect Meena. Our acquisition of the fulcrum will enable us to develop our weaponry. Everything you are doing is ensuring her survival."

I got up, and left the throne room, where Chance was waiting for me. I updated him on our mission details.

"Gonna bust up The Organization, huh? Isn't that a treat? You'll be doing Meena a favor, considering she basically got fired from ther-"

I grabbed Chance by the throat and slammed him into the wall. He began to retch as I squeezed.

"You will not speak of Meena that way. Remember your place, Chance. You are my slave. Nothing more. It is a matter of mercy that you are still alive, after everything you have done to her."

Chance grabbed my hand, and tried to reach for his guns, but I began to heat my hand up, as his eyes widened.

"Master Deacon... I..."

"Deacon is DEAD." I growled, increasing the intensity of my flames. Chance screamed in agony.

"Please... Master Fury. I apologize. Please let me go. I... can't breath..."

I let go, as Chance fell on the ground, clutching his throat, coughing and retching.

I regarded him with no remorse. "Clean yourself up. We leave in thirty minutes. Every minute you are late, will be a bone broken."

Chance said nothing, as he struggled to catch his breath.

Chapter 65 (Remnant 3)

I opened the door to one of the holding cells. Meena instantly rushed out and punched me. I stood still, as Meena's fist landed me square in the face. My head reeled back as I stumbled.

"Meena." I muttered. She glared at me, her eyes full of rage.

"Deacon... what have you done." She said.

I wiped my face, my broken nose instantly regenerating. "My mission. I killed the Cobalt Five, as they interfered with Malakai's extraction."

Meena breathed heavily. She raised her hand, and began punching me over and over again. If I could feel pain, it would have been heartbreak.

"Why aren't you feeling pain. Get hurt! GET HURT!" Meena screamed at me. I grabbed her wrists. She was provided with a new set of clothes, her hair, everything, was washed and cleaned. It was my personal request, which Malakai granted for me. She looked so beautiful. Part of me wanted to take her and escape from this place. But I knew this would never happen now.

"Meena, why are you attacking me?"

"You killed them. You KILLED them! Don't you see the gravity of what you've done?!"

I looked at her. "We are killers. Didn't you say so yourself? There is no place for morals. You are all that matters to me. I will kill anyone that threatens your wellbeing."

Meena's eyes widened, as she stepped back. "I don't WANT your protection. I don't NEED it. You think killing them is going to make me love you? You think throwing away who you are is going to make me accept you?"

I said nothing, as I stroked her hair. Meena slapped my hand away.

"Deacon... I know you're still in there. But right now. This... this Fury that's taken you over. That's not the man I love."

I clenched my fist, which burst into flames, illuminating my face in the dark hallway, giving me a sinister appearance.

"Deacon is no more. All that matters is you are alive and safe. I will keep it that way, even if you hate me, even if you are disgusted with what I have become. I don't care. Because you are safe."

I turned around, as the door began to close. Meena rushed out, but was held back by an energy barrier.

"All those years, you protected me as Deacon. Now it is my turn. To protect you as Fury. I will become a hero. Your hero."

The Organization was still the same as when Meena and I left it. Hundreds upon hundreds of layers of security. The Halakites were waiting, from the space pod hovering over the base.

The lead Halakite gave the signal, and we all descended, breaking through the windows of the roof and descending down the spiral levels.

Several of our troops blasted through the energy barriers that kept intruders from accessing the lower levels, where the fulcrum was. Numerous mercenaries and killers began to engage the Halakites as Chance and I descended.

I landed on the ground, alongside Chance, and were greeted by two children. The Merkel Duo. I remembered them. Children who were biologically engineered to never age. To possess superhuman strength and reflexes in a small body, making them extremely lethal.

One of the twins stared at me.

"Sister... his face. The white haired one. He is familiar."

The other twin tilted her head. "Yes. He was the one. The one who did not kill. The one. Yes."

Chance raised his eyebrow. "You two remember me?"

The twins stared at him. "The one. The one who came second. Second to the first."

Chance instantly grabbed his assault rifle and began firing at the twins, who dodged the bullets with remarkable agility. They swept in, knives in hand, but Chance dodged, taking out his gun-blade, and shooting them both down.

The lifeless bodies of the Merkel Duo hit the floor.

We continued descending, killing, and dispatching anyone that was in our way. None of these people peaked my interest, except one.

"Deacon... is that you?" A large 7 foot man emerged from behind several doors. He wielded a giant scythe. I recognized him immediately.

The board member. Who beat me to near death for trying to defend Meena after she refused to kill the target. I knew him. I could never forget that day. Back then, it served as a memory, a gentle one, of when I professed my love to Meena, and she, admitting her love for me.

But now... that memory was rotten. Because now... all that came to mind was this man. The one who proved to me just how weak and worthless Deacon Chow really was.

"Outta the way, Mister Chow. Or I will have to kill you too. I know you don't have what it takes to stand here before me."

Those were his exact words.

"Chance." Chance looked at me.

"Beyond this level, is the fulcrum. Take the artifact. I will meet you at the ship."

"But Fury-"

I shot him a glare. Chance quickly zipped it, and ran to the doors. The man instantly closed the distance... but so did I.

He sneered. "So... Mister Chow. You changed up your look. You think playing dress up is going to change things? You're still the same weakling I brutalized those years ago. Don't test me."

The board member swung his scythe, as it caught me in my side. He slashed again, catching me in the shoulder, and again, cutting my knee. I fell to the ground.

"Weak." The man said, swinging.

"Pathetic."

"After all these years, you still don't have what it takes to stand here before me."

The man brought the scythe back, to finish me off, but the moment he swung down, I caught it with my hand. The blade cutting deep, as blood gushed out of the wound, and leaking down my arm. The board member stared at me.

"This... this doesn't hurt you?"

I looked up at him. "It never did." I replied, as I superheated my hand and ripped the scythe out of his grip, skinning his hands. The man screamed and fell back in pain.

I threw the scythe, which was melted into a pool of liquid onto the ground. I knelt down in front of the man.

"Strike me." I hissed.

The man glanced at me, his teeth clenched in pain. "What?"

"Hit me." I replied.

His eyes widened. "What... what the hell are you... you're insane!"

"HIT ME." I roared, picking him up with one hand, lifting him into the air. My orange eyes a pure murderous rage.

"HIT ME. PUNCH ME. SMASH THAT FIST INTO MY FACE." I growled. The man began to cower.

"You're... YOU'RE CRAZY!" He screamed at me, and began punching me in the face. Over and over again, as I took it with no pain. He began punching my side, but I took the damage glaring at him viciously.

The man kept swinging until he gassed out, doubling over and catching his breath.

I repositioned myself, blood splattered all over my face, staining my white hair. I grinned crazily. Laughing like a maniac. The man began to back away from me, in fear.

"No... what... what the hell happened to you Deacon."

"Strike me..." I muttered, walking up to him.

"No... please. Let me go. The past is in the past. We can work together to fix this Mister Chow."

"Hit me..." I muttered, smiling crazily at the man.

"Stop... stay away from me! You monster!" He held out his hand, but realized I had backed him into a corner.

My entire body caught flame, my skull illuminating from under my skin, my white hair and trench coat flailing wildly with he flames.

"Deacon... please..." The man pleaded, as I held out my hand.

"Deacon is no more. My name... is Fury." I replied, reducing him into ashes.

Chance appeared from behind the door.

"Remind me to never piss you off again." He commented, looking at the burnt ashes of The Organization's board member.

I grabbed Chance with a tendril and blasted a massive beam of flame from the palm of my hand, making way to return to the ship. While flying I looked back at the building.

"Goodbye." I whispered, as I opened my hand, blasting a massive torrent of flame at the entire building, destroying it.

Chapter 66 (Remnant 9)

I was breathing heavily. I swung at him with everything I had. I went full spike clad and everything. I bombarded him with all the spikes my body could generate, all the power Decen could give me.

And it did nothing. I watched as Mogul broke through the walls of spikes, gleaming down at me with the same dark sinister eyes from those years ago. From when I first encountered him. Black electricity, that far eclipsed the red electricity from my spikes.

DISAPPOINTING. HOW DISAPPOINTING Mogul's voice shook me to the core, as he knelt down and grabbed my face. Crushing it as I screamed in agony.

Everything became dark, when I suddenly woke up, jolting awake.

I was in a cold sweat. It was still dark from the village. We were supposed to clear out the seeds and destroy the plant that was causing the village to be invaded by soul beasts the following day. But I had too much trouble sleeping. Because the moment I closed my eyes, I thought about him.

"Trouble sleeping?"

I looked to my side on the bed. Sophie was smiling at me, and put her hand on my face. I had apparently woken her up.

"Sorry. I woke you up. You should go back to sleep, I'm fine."

"You dreamt about him again, didn't you? Of Mogul?"

I sat up, as Sophie repositioned herself, resting her head on my chest. I couldn't tell her that I was literally pissing my pants thinking about my final fight against Mogul. I was like her protector. I had to be strong for her, someone she could hide behind, to feel safe. But every time I told myself I was going to defeat Mogul, it felt like I was just lying to myself.

There was no beating Mogul.

I was going to die.

And it terrified me.

"Luke." Sophia said.

I ran my hand through her hair. I couldn't fail. I couldn't lose to Mogul. I couldn't fail Sophia.

"I'm fine." I replied.

Sophia was silent. "I know you're having nightmares. I know what it's like."

"Sophie... I-"

She shifted on the bed, and looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes. "It's okay to be afraid, Lucius. It doesn't make you weaker."

I wanted to keep it down, but the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about my time spent with Sophia, the more I wanted to let everything out. To tell her I was freaking terrified and shitting bricks. For some reason, she was the only person in my life who could do that to me.

"I'm supposed to protect you. But... I'm just... I want to become stronger, but the more I train the more I feel like I'm just lying to myself. I can't beat him. I can't keep you safe. I'm sorry."

Sophia leaned in and brought me into her arms, as tears began to leak out of my eyes.

"No. It's okay to cry, Luke. I won't judge you any less. Strong or not, I will always see you as the man who cared for me and brought me out of my life of slavery."

How could someone so kind exist? It was like I was blessed with a gift that I didn't deserve.

"You were under so much pressure. All this time. Let's face this, together. Okay?" She whispered, as I literally broke down in her embrace.

Chapter 67 (Remnant 3)

"No... please. I know who you are... don't kill me. DON'T KILL ME!" The proxy pleaded. Chance facepalmed.

"Guess you got a fanboy there, Deacon."

I regarded the man. He was of average height, 5 foot 10. His hair was well combed, which complimented his three piece suit. He was the proxy for the mayor of Kanali. We were tasked to watch over the proxy, since we had extracted him from a bombing that was intended to wipe out 90% of the congress, forcing the mayor to hand over their military research to the Halakites.

"The ruthless killer. The man with no feelings, no heart. The wrath of the Halakites. Fury, the Champion of Malakai." The proxy ran up to me, but I formed a flaming barrier, forcing him back.

He was getting on my nerves. For a protection target, he spoke too much. Chance initially wanted to cut his tongue, but I advised against it, since the point was to keep him from harm's way. But that didn't stop him from beating the shit out of the proxy for not knowing who he was.

"Cuff him." I told Chance. He did not waste any time, immediately slamming the proxy against the wall and binding him with a collar as well as handcuffs.

Chance glared at the proxy and kneed him in the midsection.

"Bitch. Don't ever call me 'Meena's Partner' ever again." He muttered, walking away, leaving the proxy sobbing.

I approached the man and sat him down. I kneeled in front of him. The man looked at me, taking deep breaths and calming himself down.

I noticed a trinket, hanging from his coat. I reached out, and he instinctively pulled back. I glared at him.

"I... I'm sorry, Fury. This trinket means a lot to me."

"How so?" I asked.

I took the trinket and opened it. Inside was the proxy, a woman, and a little girl.

The man looked at the trinket, in sorrow, but also managed a weak smile. "My wife, Gloria, and my little girl, Violet."

I hesitated. This man had a family. I suddenly clutched my head in pain. Memories filling my mind. The times I told Meena not to kill, that the people she was assassinating had families.

This was wrong. These people had families to look after. They were just doing their job. I shouldn't be... be...

I tore at my scalp, growling and yelling at the ceiling. The man scurried back, falling on the ground.

"Get... get out of my head.... Deacon!" I roared, bursting into flame. The flames dissipated, as I stared at the ceiling, breathing hard.

Chance ran into the room. "Fury, you good?"

I regained my composure, and glanced at the trinket. He had a wife. A daughter. Was there a way... to escape all this? To take Meena and run away... to make her my wife. To have a kid with her...

I clenched my fist, burning the trinket up, to the man's horror.

"NO!" He screamed, but I shut him up instantly, slamming my fist against his head, knocking him to the ground as he sobbed at the bits and pieces of his trinket.

I knelt down facing him.

"Your family is dead. They were dead the moment you chose to take this job. Remember that. You're the reason. You're the cause for all their pain." I growled, as I stormed out of the room.

We returned to the ship, only to receive shocking news.

"Master Fury... the cell."

My eyes widened, as I rushed to the holding cells. The ones that contained Meena. I ran and ripped the door open... no one was inside.

"Meena has escaped... Fury... I am so sorry." The Halakite told me, but I wasn't having it. I opened my hand, and blasted a burst of flame at the guard. His headless corpse fell onto the ground.

Meena. You left me. Why did you leave. Why did you leave me.

I clutched the doorframe, breathing heavily, unable to stand.

Chance put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll find her, Fury, we'll-"

I shot him a deadly glare. "Notify Malakai."

"But Fury, Lord Malakai is in a confer-"

"NOTIFY HIM NOW!" I screamed. Chance scurried out of the hallway to the throne room.

I clutched my hand in a fist, sweat pouring from my head and face, the flames on my fist becoming a sinister black and orange.

"Meena... why did you run from me. How can you hurt me like this..." I growled. I walked into the room and flung everything around. Ripped open the cabinets, flipping the bed. I glared at my reflection. My wild unkempt white hair, spread outwards, revealing my crazed expression. My orange eyes, trailing with fire.

I stayed because I saw light inside one of The Organization's greatest and most brutal mercenaries. I stayed for you, not for your skills and abilities..

I clutched my head, as teared streamed from my eyes against my will, a flood of emotion overwhelming me.

"This... it was never supposed to go like this..." I muttered, closing my eyes.

I thought back to my first kiss with Meena. How she had genuinely smiled. Not a sarcastic one. Not a crazed one. But a genuine smile of happiness.

I wanted her to smile for me... one last time.