Folly & Agendas & Talulah

(OLD) Chapter 2: Falls

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This Chapter is now old and obsolete.

The information in this chapter may or may not be relevant to the story anymore.

If you wish to read on, be my guest - I cannot stop you.

I'm going to be rewriting and replacing older chapters.

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A Catastrophe is above me

An old friend is in front

He still tries to calm me

But it feels like a taunt

It's been a while since I saw Kaiser Rye. His scars are a product of my fury. Everything else is nothing new. Warning after Warning; Offer after Offer. I would have accepted his offer if I was allowed to go where I please, but my public image has long been ruined.

"Why did you call the attack?" And here he is standing before Talulah herself without a mottle of apprehension in his eyes.

"This doesn't concern you." I proclaimed in a low voice.

"Are you still after Wei Yenwu in Lungmen?" He inquired. "Last time I checked you didn't care too much about him after you killed Koschei."

"That also doesn't concern you." I put my hand on my sword.

"Oh right!" He exclaimed. "I'm no longer your Second-in-Command anymore. Ever since this happened." 

He pointed at the scars on his face with a smile.

"We are not equals." I asserted. "Get out of this city."

"No Talulah. Not now, not ever." 

Still defiant as ever I see. I grasped my sword and pulled it out of its sheath.

"You know." He turned around and viewed the desolate city around us. "This could have turned out better."

"If only..."

I subconsciously melted the surrounding area. The molten buildings closed off the street the two of us were in. Flames rise higher and higher. Corpses are lying everywhere. The cries of the masses at the edge of death. The air reeked of blood, fire, sulfur and oil.

"Stay out of my way." I growled.

"I can't. I made a promise after all." He stated.

"After all of your broken ones!" I stab my sword in the ground sending a minor flaming earthquake at him. 

Flames spew out of the ground engulfing him. Then a strange feeling struck my heart as if someone thrust a sword into my chest. Death is part of my daily life, but this time it felt different. It felt like some gaping hole has appeared in my soul.

I started to reminisce about the older days. Before I radicalized the Reunion, the war, before I had my sights on Lungmen and a war.

"It'll take a little more than an ember to kill me Talulah." And here he is still alive. 

How resilient. Why did you restrain yourself?

Seems like Koshchei still isn't dead.

"It's not too late to change Talulah." As the flames dissipated I see his right hand glowing a blinding white. 

He then thrusts his hand forward and a white beam of light flies right at me. I use my left hand and swipe the beam away hitting a nearby puddle of debris.