[BreakABone]

Well work is starting to be a pain in the arse so I got a little busy. Anyhow, here is the second part and this chapter is getting REALLY LONG.
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5
Dylflon attended to his fallen partners. They appeared to be in pretty bad condition, but he needed them now. More than ever, he feared. Fear, it was so long since he felt that emotion. Now that he thought about it, it had been a long time since he felt a lot of emotions. As he reflected back on some of them, he realized he didn’t miss them. They made him soft. They made him weak. They made him care.

Now, he just cared about causing others harm. It was a good feeling. It bought him all he needed in life. All the things except for companionship which he found in The Coalition. Dyne and Typhoid had become like brothers to him, closer to him than his own family. Then again, some of the things he did to his own family were pretty damn funny, he thought.

He could not imagine a world without them, no matter how much they bickered or how cold-hearted a bastard he wanted to be.

Before he could become too misty-eyed at the thought, he caught a whiff of a unique aroma in the air. It distracted him from his task, he had to have it. It was a mixture of regret… no doubt… no acceptance. Not something he found in the air often. It was mixed with that sweet smell of confidence; he enjoyed breaking that more than anything. There was also a faint scent of eagerness. This was like a dream cocktail to him. He simply had to try it.

Dylflon locked onto the scent and allowed his mind to wander as it tracked the origin. He laughed silently to himself when he found the source. Of course, those heroes always so fool-minded and forgetful, his mind was as open as window in the summertime. In Bond's earnest to spar with his former Professor, Bond had lessened the defenses of his mind. What was near impossible for Dylflon mere minutes ago was not a simple walk along the beach.

Dylflon simply walked in and waited for the right time. He listened in to the conversation through Bond’s brain. He chuckled, why was it evildoers always spoke so much, he knew he himself was guilty of such a charge.

Now, he could feel the moment building up. The moment one dreamed about for years. He would humiliate Bond. Force him to kneel before all that he hated, there was no way Bond could ever rebound from it.

He could feel Bond fighting against it, but his mind was still too fixated on The Professor, it would only strain him. Making him more vulnerable to Dylflon's influence. Dylflon became giddy; Bond was doing all the work for him.

NO! He felt a stronger presence as door began to close around him. Bond's will power was stronger than any he had ever faced before. Dylflon just had to hold out until the deed was done. Bond was already getting down to one knee, a few more moments and it wouldn't matter.

The walls began to close in faster on Dylflon. Bond really did have a unique brain. It's strength only grew with his determination.

Dylflon found himself back at the bay next to his friends. He could hear Bond shouting at The Professor. He had failed again.
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This chapter is really getting long. And sorry, if this is weak was never in the story, but was such a cool idea, felt had to explain.