TavernTales 14: Cross Circuits

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Originally Posted by Teuthida

Zatanna backwards talk.

I don't know no Zatanna....

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So apparently this "Zatanna" if she is even real is some DC character who is a magician who speaks her words backwards. I am so calling gimmick infrigement.
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Fyacin awoke in his room. The first thing he noticed was the sun beaming down on him. He tried to open his eyes wide to see which window the light was coming through but realized that his roof was missing. In a panic, he jumped off the ground and noticed that his room was a mess.

"Mom! Dad!" He shouted as he ran through the house. There was no response. His heart started to race or at least it should have but he paid that no attention.

He went down to their lab maybe they were working on something major and did not hear his pleas. As he entered the lab, he noticed that it to stood in ruins. What had happened here?

He dug through the ruinage with surprising ease he felt. He saw a foot sticking out a nearby table. God no, he thought as he rushed over. As he removed the rubble from on top the body, he saw the outline of his father. Tears once again began to fill his face but when he went to wipe there was no moisture.

What was going on was his only thought. He dug as quickly as he could to retrieve his father's body. When it was freed, his worst dreams were true. The motionless body stood him all he needed to know, there was little point in taking him to the hospital.

Now, his attention turned to finding his mother... and Clare... sweet Clare. He began shouting frantically hoping that one of them would hear his pleas. Again, there was no response. He dug through piles of rubble and he still found nothing.

In his haste to find his mother, he did not notice the broken window in the back of the room. When a strong wind swept through the lab though, his eyes examined the room for the source. The edges of the window were tainted with a red... oh no. He rushed over to the window. On the other side, he found his mother's body half bent, the rest bruised outside. He jumped through the remaining frame of the window and felt little physical pain.

He tried his hardest, but much like his father he knew there was no point. His mother was dead.
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Hmm I will end it here for now. The next part shall be up some time today.

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Seems like the replies are becoming less and less. Think gonna take another weekend off after 15 so people can catch up or whatever.
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I found a secluded room far away from civilization. I could not escape the voices, but at least they quieted down in here. I wonder what that beggar had down to me and if there was any way to reverse it.

I sat down in my bed and contemplated my situation. As I did, I heard voices scream for many different reasons. I still attempted to pay them little mind. Partially because I did not care, and because I could hardly differentiate them at this point.

I gave up for the day and laid my head on the pillow. The voices would not allow me to sleep. I stayed up all night trying to come up with a plan to shut them out. Nothing I tried seemed to work, though I realized I was gaining some control over listening to the voices.

It was now early morning, I could only tell by the single tiny window in the room. As I continued to sit on my bed, trying as best as I could to control this new skill. I heard a voice more pronounced than any I had heard in the last day.

The voice was filled with anger and rage. The voice shouted for its humanity. I tried to focus in on the voice. I could get a faint visual in my mind. Yeah, the boy had been robbed of his humanity by his parents or so he thought. I could feel the parents pleading with him but very little was getting through.

I thought about what I would do in that situation with all that rage and anger inside of me then I thought about what I would make others do, and I began to giggle with delight. It would be a pleasure to watch him mull his parents I thought.

I don't know if the same thought ran across his mind or if I had some control over it, but he began to destroy their lab. As they screamed at him to stop, it was their life's work. He took no pleasure in it, now he acted on rage alone.

After 10 minutes of destroying all they held dear, he turned his attention onto his parents. For a second, I felt a tinge of compassion but I wanted to see their destruction. Once again, I was unsure if it was my own sick thoughts or if we shared ideas but he started attacking his family. He brutally attacked his mother and father, and I could do nothing but grinned as the images unfolded in my mind.

I almost died of euphoria when he tossed his beaten mother through the glass window of the lab. When he crushed his father under his work, a fitting end from my brief glimpse into the family, I wore the largest smile on my face. A grin I knew would not go away for weeks.

Then I heard another voice enter the room, this one was a bit more timid than his parents. He turned around to find a little girl on the edge of tears. And for the first time, I felt a calmness over the boy. I tried to will him to finish her as well, but a part of him could not do it.

His mind began a battle that it could not win. His mechanical side thought linearly, his organic mind wanted compassion and me, the intruder, wanted his own personal satisfication. The overload may have been too much as shortly after that I lost my connection.

Maybe there was more to this power than I thought. I sat again this time I wanted to discover more delicious ways to cause people harm.
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