Note: While you read this, i request that you please listen to the music that I will link. The song is “Applause” by Lady Gaga. It fits, trust me. I heard this song, and after listening to this song, this idea came into my head. I love it.
The third commander of The Writer’s operation.
The Writer’s genius in hiding information was far greater than Cecil ever imagined. He could see The Writer sitting in his comfy tower smirking at what he’d have to do to pry the information. The night’s air was think with ill omens. Cecil stood atop the closest building, approximately 100 feet away. He could hear the cheers for the music blasting from the theatre across from where he stood. The darkness in the night was replaced with the glow of neon emitted from the theatre with the beat of the music. Electronic-pop music could be heard from at least a mile away. Cecil checked all his pouches for water. He secured his water whips and covered his head with his hood and scarf. With that, Stain set off towards the theatre.
Security was tighter than he expected, but he easily subdued anyone who came close to his path. With the help of his water whips, he made his way up to towards the roof of the theatre. The glass ceiling would prove the fatal flaw in his target’s plan. He stood scoping out the the concert that was energetically taking place below him. An electronic rainbow of colors shot up around him in the beat of the music. Stain could hear the screams of the crowd and the pop singer bellowing out her music to the electro-tech noise below. He knew he had to be quick; this would be his only chance to get what he needed. His choice was decided for him, however, as the light show below him began bursting the glass ceiling and he began to fall below.
As fast as he could, he flung out his water whip and latched on to a piece of the catwalk. Before he could climb up, another ray of laser light came blasting by and shredded and tore the metal he clung to. Suddenly, he found himself tumbling forward like an acrobat on a trapeze. To his relief, fate was on his side as he was heading towards his target. With more velocity than he expected, he landed on the stage and came rolling to a halt. As he began to stand, the crowd still cheered for the concert being performed. As he stood, his head and back still pounding from the fall, he stood staring at his target, thinking again of the cleverness and cunning of The Writer. Stain whipped one of the mic’s and said, “Rezza Glamoor: World Renown Pop-Star. Level Three Controller of The Writer’s forces and Information. I challenge you!”
Rezza Glamoor only smiled at him and snapped her fingers. All of a sudden, the music began to pump from the speakers as a mechanical fist came hurdling towards Stain. As quick as he could move, Stain dove to dodge and used his water whips, which he now focused to make solid and hurdle himself to his feet. Rezza only smiled as she danced on stage. Stain knew that she saw him as a joke, and he would use this to his advantage for as long as he could. She again thrusted a mechanical fist, this time larger in size towards Stain. Again, he dodged, but this time, he quickly threw a fist full of water needles towards the robotic arm, making sure they imbedded themselves deep into the circuits. Before Stain could make his next move, another mechanical fist was furiously approaching him and punched him and thew him crashing into the wall behind them.
Stain staggered to his feet, his vision blurred slightly from the blow to his head and the pain in his bones. He spat out a glob of blood as he stood facing her. She wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. Instead, she was once again dancing towards the crowd, relishing in their cheers and screams. As he got to his feet to prepare for the next round, she only glanced slightly and smirked. Then, the lights died out…
It was only for a second, but it felt like a hour. As soon as the lights flashed again, he saw Rezza in the air, hurdling her mechanical arms, which now grew to the size of cars towards him. She still smiled, but her eyes were full of madness. She was truly enjoying this. Stain hardened the water in his whips and re-enforced the fluids in his arms. He knew no matter what, this was going to hurt. The lights flashed in a strobe effect, each time the light appeared, she came closer and her eyes grew crazier. As she brought them down to slam into him, he held them back with his whips, which were now the consistency of super re-enforced military grade steel. The shockwave went through his arms and he felt as a few muscles torn at the extreme strain, but still he stood.
The strobing lights turned a deadly battle into a spectacle of a show. A crowd cheering, two combatants fighting like the ancient Romans, and this year’s #1 pop hit single blasting in the background. Each blow reciprocated with a block. Both moving as fast as they can to gain a better footing than the other. Offense and defense constantly shifting places. As Stain lunged to make an attack, Rezza was there to block it. As Rezza darted towards Stain, he moved to block and push the force away from him and the crowd. He could see in her eyes the madness of bloodlust still there, but she was no longer enjoying this. She was getting more vicious with each attack. Suddenly, Stain began to smile and dance around on their battlefield.
Rezza’s eyes widened with shock and insult. Every since of light-hearted nature of this event burned away from her. Her brow crushed down on her face and her eyes grew feral. She began to trash her arms widely, smashing the remnants of the stage they stood on. Dust and wood splinters filled the air as the lights began to stop strobing and focus on what was again happening on stage. Before the dust could settle, Rezza already knew she won. She retracted her snake-like appendages back to their normal human-like appearance. She brushed her hair back and returned her appearance back to the smug light-hearted nature. She began blowing kisses to her adoring fans. This was her victory lap, and it was cut short as her right arm exploded in a shower of metal and water crystals.
Rezza gave a shrill scream at the pain of her arm shredding to pieces. Loose pieces of metal hung from the upper forearm as blood and oil surged all over her. With her other arm, she grabbed the wound and clenched and forced it shut. She was visibly furious, her fans began to notice that she was really hurt and really looking to brutal murder, but most didn’t care and still cheered and danced to the pop music. She turned to see Stain standing their, smug as hell. He raised his arm to point at her and said, “There’s still time to join me. You can tell how powerful I am. You’re extraordinarily powerful too. I truly was afraid I would die here. Help us take The Writer down once and for all!”
She seethed at him and in a shrill, angry voice barked, “How dare you presume to have defeated me!! You’ll think you’ve won?? Well, FUCK YOU!!! You think because a bunch of god damn cavemen follow you that you’re a force to be scared of? HE could crush you, set you on fire, and fuck you up with a stroke of a PEN!! GRRRRRRRAAAA!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!!!!!”
With that, Rezza used her other arm to summon metal and machinery from all around them to her body. Wires began to wrap and fuse where ever they could find a place to. Suddenly, the cheers began to turn to bloodcurdling screams as the entire stage began to tear apart. The entire theatre began to crumble and shatter from the Rezza forcibly ripping whatever she could use. The music began to turn to static and eventually stopped. An entire one mile radius could hear the screams of fear from the fans that she didn’t care to kill. And then the entire theatre imploded on itself…
As the dust settled, Rezza stood larger than life. Her body now was a mass of metal, wires, and robotic looking diodes. She stood larger than the once great theatre. Every feature remained the same as her normal self, except now encased with metal and as tall as a building. She stood smirking once again, and glared down at the remains of her adversary and crowd. She leaned down and laughed as she said, “Fuck you asshole. I told you, your shitty little resistance group is just utter crap.”
In one quick movement, the rubble shot forward towards Mecha-Rezza like buck shot on steroids. Underneath the rubble, Stain stood with the crowd behind him, saving them by using the water in the sprinkler system as a bubble shield. Water sprayed all over Rezza as the one of the pieces of rubble smashed into her chest and started blasting the pop music once again. Rezza, furiously tried to stop the music blasting from her, but to effect. Stain stood, his eyes glaring forward at Rezza. He calmly announce, “I was wrong about you. You’re a fool and a psychopath. You don’t care about people, even if they are your fans. I would have let you go, but I can’t allow myself to think what you could possibly do if I don’t stop you now.”
Rezza eyes, even though mechanical, gave that insane, vicious stare again. “FUCK YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!”, she screamed in a high-pitch slightly mechanical-monotone voice. She stood up to charge towards Stain and the crowd behind him. The crowd ran in fear as Stain stood his ground. As she was about to punch her fist down and crush his very human body, Stain raised his hand and forced her body to stop. Her eyes went from vicious to shock and fear. He threw his hand back and her arm flew back as well. She charged forward and screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?”
Stain put his arm out and extended his hand. As she charged closer to slam her fist down again, she was stopped by a mysterious force. Stain saw the fear in her, like an animal caught in a bear trap. Stain answered her question, almost in a sad tone and said, “Only a guy who wants to help save the people in need.” With that, he swiftly clenched his fist and at the same time, Rezza’s left arm was crushed as if he had clay in his hand. Before she could respond to the pain, Stain lifted his other arm, opened, and clenched his hand and crushed her other arm. She began to thrash around widely like a rabid animal. Her feet crushed the rubble around her. Before she could cause any more damage, Stain raised both his arms, extended both hands and swiftly clenched them at the same time and watched as both her legs crushed in upon themselves.
The remains of Rezza’s body lay on what was once the stage. The music emitting from her body began to grow staticy and and eventually stop with a shrill mechanical screech. Stain stood looking at her remains. She still was alive, but barely. If he chose to use his initial plan, to use the shards of water he implanted in her to blow apart each body part, she’d be dead. Instead, by crushing those pieces, her blood and oil are contained. Stain’s body hurt emmensily, but was surprised to not have any broken bones. His body was adjusting and he was becoming better at controlling his body from the inside out to optimize each movement.
As he assessed his foe’s remains, a sudden cheer formed behind him. He turned to find the former fan’s of the Pop Star Rezza Glamoor cheering for their hero. They shout his name, ‘Stain’ and screamed their thanks and praise. The began to cheer and scream, “Stain!! For the people in need! Stain!! For the people in need!”.
As Stain made his departure before more of The Writer’s forces could approach, he reflected on what had happened. “I may have defeated the Third Commander of The Writer’s Forces, but more importantly, the people now see us as heroes. Soon, very soon, I’ll stand before him and stop his madness once and for all. For the people in need”.