Threaded Mode | Linear Mode

Mr. Oz · **03-12-2016, 10:32 PM**

Onwards onto victory! Shall we continue on with the story?

Back into Oswald's mansion, would be Katie, Alysia, and Sarah sitting in the outside portion of the house within the middle, where the toys and swings are located. Little Fuzen inside a mechanical rocking machine where she can bounce as much as she wants but gets rocked to sleep.

"So, how's motherhood treating you?"

"Well, I can't complain. It's going exactly how I thought it would go. I am so glad that there are so many maids and cooks, I'm never truly alone and they all like to play with her, which gives me some time to relax while I keep an eye on her. She loves to travel, though. Can't wait to see how she turns out when she's older. She may travel the world like her father."

"We haven't really seen this traveling experience you're talking about."

Alysia would laugh softly, which ended in a gigglesnort,

"Sorry."

"Oh that's absolutely adorable!"

"It doesn't happen too much."

"We don't care, girl. It was cute."

"Yeah, we don't. It was cute."

"Thanks you guys."

She then got up and moved to the machine and picked Fuzen up from it, and then set her down upon the ground. The very moment this happened, she began to crawl around on the ground, heading towards the glass door, which was kept open by habit, to allow Alysia to walk in and out while carrying Fuzen. The girls all stood and followed the baby,

"Does Tanks Spanks want another child?"

"Of course. Though, Fuzen is pretty much a 'trial run' in his words. He wants to see if we can handle being parents of one child. The woman who had Fuzen was not a terrible mother, but, she wasn't exactly a good one. The child before her, we were told, ended up with some health problems because the woman decided to not breast feed often enough, and when told she should alternate breasts or at the least feed the child with one breast then give a formula the other time he needed to be fed. So, when Fuzen was born, she had been taken when the father got the balls to tell people she's going to mistreat the new baby, they acted on it, and put the baby up for adoption."

"Wow... what kind of woman does that? Why wouldn't she just follow the doctor's orders?"

"Because she was a bad parent? I don't know. When people are very stubborn, they tend to think everyone else is below them. That they know it all and to bash heads with them, or if you tell them the truth, they decide to show off or force others around them to be miserable."

Fuzen continued to crawl, and would turn to the right, heading for the t.v. room and the women would follow.

"Katie and Joey were already teens before Frodo and I met. Still being a step-parent can be just as frustrating and as fun as raising someone from birth, or in your case, being a baby."

"Does he have any illegitimate kids?"

"Nah. While we both don't mind sleeping around, we're both very careful. Well, I am. Who knows the kind of trouble he'd been into while on the road."

She chuckled while looking back down to Fuzen who crawled down into the den, and was picked up by Crack

"Hey there, kiddo!"

Fuzen looked at Crack, as if she was to trying understand him. When she couldn't, she'd look like she was on the verge of crying, except Alysia moved quickly, smiling to Crack as she picked the baby up from him, and she looked to Fuzen,

"Don't worry about her. Hopefully we'll be friends for a long time and she won't be so scared."

He nodded, waved to Fuzen, who seemed to lighten up while Alysia held her, and her tiny left hand rose then fell, while fingers seemed to grasp at nothing. As the women walked out of the den and made their way to the dining room, the three sat next to one another.

"You're going to be great, Aly. Doubt I would've caught on that she was going to cry like you did!"

"Then be glad that you guys aren't here for too long. Because you'll end up seeing and hearing all the expressions she can make. Babies seem simple-minded, y'know? Eat, play, sleep, poop, repeat. However, they show how inquisitive they are. You all are new faces, sure, but when she meets a male figure, she tends to get upset, not sure what's going to happen to them by these more harsh images. She sees us, though..."

"She gets all happy and acts like the cutest little thing in the world!"

"Oh come on, Sarah."

"What? She's adorable!"

"Still..."

"Okay, ladies. That's enough. If we stay friends longer than we are right now, like, say, years into the future and this little nugget is all in her teens, then I will have to label you all in the family. Auntie Katie, Uncles Crack and Joey. She doesn't have Godparents, though. Oswald and I don't really have extended family. So, he may be a bit reluctant to say it out loud what I am going to say, but, Sarah, do you think you'd like to be her Godmother?"

"Aww, Alysia. I'd love to!"

Alysia and Sarah hugged, though Alysia could only give a hug with one arm. Fuzen wriggled against both of them, until Katie took her and began to bounce the little girl about gently while both Sarah and Alysia began to talk about a party that could be held in honor of Sarah and Frodo being named Godparents and Katie continued to play with Fuzen.

"So, Cain. We meet again. This time, it will be different. Death versus Immortality. The Pale Rider versus a man that seems to go throw more changes than I do. Cain, this is going to be our final match, and you have decided a stipulation that will be an amazing end to our battles. I do think it is terrible that we cannot be tag team partners. Did you ever think of the destruction we could have wrought? The kind of strength between us both, the kind of tactical advantages we'd have. I am the epitome of Death, its avatar upon this land, in mortal flesh. You are the man of original sin. The man who committed the first fratricide and set the tone for humanity. Yet what kind of career have you had, Cain? In your time, you'd done how much things of note? You won the Identity belt, and then... what? Fell from the light, decided to be reborn, tried again to do something good with your immortal life, failed, fell, reborn, and then it's just a rinse and repeat.

Cain, this time you face me, do you know what hell awaits? What I am now capable of? You won against a man that was fighting his old masters. Fighting the Phoenix. However, once I tasted the blood of the true Hysteria, El-Aytch Harrison, I became something stronger. Something with purpose. Something that hunts and destroys as many as he can that are tossed in his way. The first War Games I joined in, I destroyed men, three of which have decided to retire. I wore down their spirits. This second War Games, I was laughing as I was burned, and bashed. I LAUGHED! I FOUND AMUSEMENT IN THE PAIN! Do you honestly think that you can win against me this time, Cain?

Once I evolve, I stick with the evolution for as long as I see fit. For as long as possible, milking the evolution until I decide to climb higher into a more destructive evolutionary Beast. This time, however, it seems this body is meant to be the bearer of the mantle known as Death. My list will never be complete Cain, until I reap you. Next Warfare, it will happen. All the pain I went through, all the stabbing, the burning, the crushing. All of these things were my trials to show that I can keep hold of that moniker.

Cain, this will be a war. You have seen many, but you have never truly faced a war like this one. Because it isn't just any man, isn't just any beast, it isn't an army. What you see before, is the face of Death. He has come, Cain, to bring you home. To bring you in, and make you suffer for your crimes against me. Crimes against humanity.

It's time for the reaping, Cain. It's time for you to finally rest, forever."

CanYouHearThe Screams?

Threaded Mode \| Linear Mode The Story Continues
Author	Message