Forest Dweller
You feel a strange connection to all of them. You realize it as the connection all living things share. You easily twist their will, and instead of firing on you you have them fire into the sky, wasting all of their bullets. You give them back their consciousnesses and will and they all point their guns at you, obviously unaware of what has just transpired.
"What?" One says, confused. "I just loaded my gun this morning!" They all murmur to themselves, until a giant voice shuts them all up.
"KILL HIM!" Still confused, they draw their blades. You pull on their consciousnesses again and change their vision so all of them see the rest of their comrades as clones of you. Some think they are going mad and run off, others madly attack their partners until very few are left. A dark form drops down, striking into one of their chests from behind.
"Damn, weak minded fools." A hand shoots out of the soldiers stomach as he screams, and the dark form shuts him up by ripping his heart out from the back and shoving it into his mouth, then kicking him to the ground as he writhes in pain.
This... THIS is Elos. His deep eyes radiate absolute hate, absolute loathing for everything living. He is tall, around 6 feet, and muscular, with scars running across his body. His hair is a dark red. He shakes his hand off with disgust.
"Humans... can't stand them."
"You're one of them you know." You say bitterly.
"Don't remind me. So, you're the kid huh? The kid that tricked my soldiers into leaving your little barrier alone. I'm impressed. How about joining me?"
"I'd rather die."
"Well, if you insist..." He says, then lifts up his arms. He points his finger and bullets shoot past your ear.
"That was just for show. I had a gun implanted into each of my fingers. I trigger a bullet by tensing a finger up. Reloading is painful... wonderfully painful." This guy is sick.
"Oh, and check this out." He opens his mouth and reaches into it carefully. You use the opportunity to pull at his mind, trying to get him to tense his fingers. It doesn't work.
"Don't try it, kid." Slowly he pulls out a long blade, soaked in blood.
"Cuts up my insides. Helps me deal with pain. My power heals my inner wounds, but not my outer. So there's an advantage for you, kid. Not that it'll help." He swings his sword and a thin torrent of fire flies out, missing your head by a fraction of an inch and setting a tent on fire.
"Fire... such a magnificent thing. Burning flesh is much better, though."
His mind is seriously warped. Was he always like this?
"Elos..."
"What is it, kid?"
"You're a sick, pathetic human who will bring upon this world nothing but pain and suffering. Prepare yourself." At this Elos laughs, a hollow, sickening laugh that you guess his victims heard in their last, dying seconds.
"Got some spunk, have ya kid? Can't we talk this over like gentlemen?" He's toying with you. He underestimates you. That could be good for a time. He might hold back, giving you an edge.
"Shut up. You raped Aylas mother, didn't you?"
"HA! Dumb bitch had it coming to her. Wearing those clothes with that body... mmm mmm MMM! I'd do it again, too." Anger pulses in your veins, and only the woods' energy causes it to simmer to a small boil.
"No more talk. Say another word and I'll make you regret it." Your words, not the words of the woods. You need to calm yourself. After a moment, you succeed.
"Another word." He laughs again, smiling like a kid opening a present on christmas.
"Are jokes all you've got, old man?" You emphasize the last part. At this he stops laughing and looks at you hard.
"You'll see just what I've got, you little brat."
It is time.
"What?" One says, confused. "I just loaded my gun this morning!" They all murmur to themselves, until a giant voice shuts them all up.
"KILL HIM!" Still confused, they draw their blades. You pull on their consciousnesses again and change their vision so all of them see the rest of their comrades as clones of you. Some think they are going mad and run off, others madly attack their partners until very few are left. A dark form drops down, striking into one of their chests from behind.
"Damn, weak minded fools." A hand shoots out of the soldiers stomach as he screams, and the dark form shuts him up by ripping his heart out from the back and shoving it into his mouth, then kicking him to the ground as he writhes in pain.
This... THIS is Elos. His deep eyes radiate absolute hate, absolute loathing for everything living. He is tall, around 6 feet, and muscular, with scars running across his body. His hair is a dark red. He shakes his hand off with disgust.
"Humans... can't stand them."
"You're one of them you know." You say bitterly.
"Don't remind me. So, you're the kid huh? The kid that tricked my soldiers into leaving your little barrier alone. I'm impressed. How about joining me?"
"I'd rather die."
"Well, if you insist..." He says, then lifts up his arms. He points his finger and bullets shoot past your ear.
"That was just for show. I had a gun implanted into each of my fingers. I trigger a bullet by tensing a finger up. Reloading is painful... wonderfully painful." This guy is sick.
"Oh, and check this out." He opens his mouth and reaches into it carefully. You use the opportunity to pull at his mind, trying to get him to tense his fingers. It doesn't work.
"Don't try it, kid." Slowly he pulls out a long blade, soaked in blood.
"Cuts up my insides. Helps me deal with pain. My power heals my inner wounds, but not my outer. So there's an advantage for you, kid. Not that it'll help." He swings his sword and a thin torrent of fire flies out, missing your head by a fraction of an inch and setting a tent on fire.
"Fire... such a magnificent thing. Burning flesh is much better, though."
His mind is seriously warped. Was he always like this?
"Elos..."
"What is it, kid?"
"You're a sick, pathetic human who will bring upon this world nothing but pain and suffering. Prepare yourself." At this Elos laughs, a hollow, sickening laugh that you guess his victims heard in their last, dying seconds.
"Got some spunk, have ya kid? Can't we talk this over like gentlemen?" He's toying with you. He underestimates you. That could be good for a time. He might hold back, giving you an edge.
"Shut up. You raped Aylas mother, didn't you?"
"HA! Dumb bitch had it coming to her. Wearing those clothes with that body... mmm mmm MMM! I'd do it again, too." Anger pulses in your veins, and only the woods' energy causes it to simmer to a small boil.
"No more talk. Say another word and I'll make you regret it." Your words, not the words of the woods. You need to calm yourself. After a moment, you succeed.
"Another word." He laughs again, smiling like a kid opening a present on christmas.
"Are jokes all you've got, old man?" You emphasize the last part. At this he stops laughing and looks at you hard.
"You'll see just what I've got, you little brat."
It is time.