Extermination [INV]

Everything faded to darkness after his scream of rage. He lost himself in it, momentarily losing all control, and when he had come to most of them had been eviscerated. The walls of ice covered in blood sliding down the cold surface. Bodies were everywhere with multiples of them being pierced through with pikes of ice. He still trembled with fury that he had never known before, but it was not enough as he was soon over run. They vastly outnumbered him even with the immense strength he now possessed the odds were just too stacked. Soon his body was becoming riddled with wounds from their attacks until finally he started to falter.

As he started to come out of his rage he could barely make out one of the men he just killed with his bare hands. Just as soon as the soul left that man his place was taken by another. They were swarming like locusts. He continued to fight on trying to take down as many as he could. If this was going to be it, he would kill them all. Fuyuki was soon out of options though as he felt his body being slammed into a wall. There was one man who was vastly superior to them all, the one from the show, and the one who was leading them. He had waited for the right moment keeping a close eye on Fuyuki’s actions. He could not get too close once the vasto went into his fit of rage; no that would have meant death.

He let the peons move in to attack one by one they fell to the man and he continued to bide his time. Once he saw the opening though he slammed his blade into Fuyuki’s back and pierced him into the wall. “He’s mine.” Was enough to send the others reeling back to the entrance of the cave. Pulling the blade out caused Fuyuki’s blood to splatter across the cave ceiling but no one would know as the crimson river rained down like a song that Theocelese once sang to him. The leader laughed as he sliced at the ice magician’s back causing multiple gashes to start forming but Fuyuki refused to fall.

It merely riled up the vasto more he needed just enough time to regain his energy, but this man wasn’t allowing that. He grabbed him by the hair and proceeded to use it to lift Fuyuki into the air. He had enough strength to swing him over his shoulder and slam him down into the cave flooring. He was being tossed around like a sack of potatoes and at this point he was basically just that. The quincy stepped over him to look him directly in the eyes as he continued to torment him. “You disgusting hollows will all die. We the quincies are going to eradicate you all!” The quincy leader placed the heel of his left foot deep into Fuyuki’s throat causing him to gasp for air as he was being choked. He could feel it the sweet embrace of death coming ever close but there was also something else. Something was coming, a raging monster was outside pounding to be let in, Fuyuki could feel him. He grinned causing the quincy to prepare his final attack that would bring about the end of the vasto. With a last act of defiance Fuyuki lifted his left hand and pointed a single finger at his opponent. A gesture taught to him by the same raging monster that was outside.

Fuyuki chuckled softly as the man that once stood above him was cleaved. He had made it in time to finish off the quincy threat but there was still the fact that they both lost a dear friend. After a few moments it was just those two alive in the cave and he could feel the anger still radiating off his friend who now lifted him up. His back was stained with blood that continued to drip at a slower pace akin to an iv put into the sick. His entire body was on fire that was not going to go out with a simple covering of ice or bandage. He was trying to heal with his regeneration, but the wounds inflicted would need their time. “Can you stand?” He was asked.

“I think I can.” He replied softly as he tried to wiggle away from Theocelese. “We were caught off guard, the two of us had been traveling together, and at the last performance they showed up. I never heard of them before but Solinex did. He was scared..” He looked at the body of his friend his death still not fully clicking yet. “I think this wasn’t the first time.” He mustered up the strength to reach out to Solinex’s hand and quietly placed it in his.


He was quiet for a moment allowing time for the other man to speak and to allow himself a moment to think. Memories faded in and out in his mind as he looked at the cold body. There were happy memories, sad memories, but each one held for significance for a reason. Tears started to slide down his face as the death was finally sinking in and as they rolled off his cheek they turned into ice dropping onto the ground. “Why did this happen to him?” It was a question which he did not need an answer for.

The turmoil grew inside of him as he thought about how unfair it was and each second that passed his anger grew. He slammed his hands into the ground refusing to move from the body as he continued to mourn for his friend. He barely could remember that he was there with Theocelese, zoning in and out, trying to refuse to cooperate with the world around him. Fuyuki had grown up quite a bit but there was still the fact that to him Solinex was his father who he thought would never die.

The two of them traveled the far distance back to ‘home’ with him carrying the weapons of Theo. Solinex at least what was left of him was carried there by the Greek man. They crossed the dunes in silence as Fuyuki was still numb to the world around him. His face was almost stained from the tears that were shed for his friend. It took some time but before he knew it they were in the medical bay of their home where the body of Solinex was laid. He dropped the weapons by the door that led out of the room and rested his shoulder against the door way.

“Alright..” Was all he said as he walked away. His thoughts were cloudy as he moved down the hall. He remembered the first time that Theocelese brought him to Solinex. There was a part of him that wanted to smile but he just couldn’t allow it to happen. As he entered the room he looked for the small chest seeing it in the exact place he was told it would be. It took only a few minutes for him to be back on his way but to him it felt like a life time. He felt it in his soul that soon part of him was going to be put to rest and that it would change him forever.

Fuyuki arrived in the medical bay again and cautiously brought over the chest. No doubt the pain he was going through had to be ten times worse for this man. To him they were all his children, his brothers, his family. He was the one that brought them all together, the glue that bound them, and the center piece of it all. He remained quiet as he waited to see what his friend would do for this unfortunate circumstance.

The man placed each coin where the Greek told him too. He was able to hide his emotions better now that sometime passed but it was still troublesome. As they cleaned and mended the body he wondered just what was going on in Theocelese’s mind. It had to be filled with turmoil once again. He spoke about building something called a pyre and simply nodded to the man. If it meant them building something in honor of Solinex he would follow the lead presented to him. “What do we need to build it?” He asked as he moved a couple inches away from the table.

He waited for Theocelese to tell him what they needed before he would go to get it. He swayed just a bit as he started to get uneasy. His wounds were still taking time to heal, and he needed to rest. However, he still wanted to help with this process, so they could both put him to rest. The magician still had one show that needed to be put on, but it would be his last to ever have. Fuyuki just hoped it would be good enough but then when he looked at the Grecian he knew it would be.

Fuyuki nodded to the man before walking away without so much as a look back. He made his way to the room he once stayed in and as he walked past he motioned to one of the others that stayed there. He would need assistance with cleaning the wounds and bandaging them. The vasto walked in silence other than the footsteps that carried him along. Once he crossed the threshold his mind was filled once more with additional memories of when he was a cat hollow and the many times he played hide and seek with his friends. He walked past one of the cat posts he used to climb on as he made his way into the bathroom.

It was there that he undressed from his tattered shirt while his assistant brought in the multiple healing applications and bandages. He didn’t have to really communicate with them as they started to assist him with cleaning the multiple wounds. Fuyuki winced as they cleaned his back. The lashes had left quite the gash, his regeneration skills were starting to help, but there seemed to be some scarring left. Those moments replayed in his mind again and again. His heart was starting to be burdened by hatred that was finding it’s place inside.

He wanted to tear everything apart, his anger was starting to boil over again as his hands trembled, he started to growl lowly. His animalistic side was coming out as he thought about what happened. The assistant finished applying the last bandage before hurrying out the door afraid of what was coming. The entire bathroom slowly froze over from his reiatsu pouring out, the water droplets leaking from the sink faucet formed an icicle, and the smooth tile was glossed over with a layer of ice. Fuyuki slammed his fists into the sink shattering most of it into a million pieces.

His tantrum lasted long enough for the entire bathroom to be destroyed and even the door frame that was brought down. Fuyuki bandaged his hand now that it had fresh wounds and walked out of the destruction. He would have to find a way to fix the bathroom before Theocelese found out or he would be in trouble. His path was taking him to the kitchen, so he could find some food before someone came running for him, they spoke of the Grecian being ready, and so he drifted of course.

It took a few minutes to get over to the pyre but as he made it there he saw Theo standing with a torch. ’It has to be part of his customs.’ He thought to himself as he saw what looked like a massive tribute to Solinex. He was told to speak some final words, but they didn’t come so quickly. He stood silently looking at where the body laid no longer filled with life. Fuyuki took his time to gather his thoughts and begun to speak.

“Solinex, you were a lot more to me than just a friend. Ever since Theocelese brought us together you’ve been an adoptive father to me. One that was forced of course, I know you never intended to be my mentor, but we always got lumped together. The first time we were separated I was afraid, I was scared and alone. Without you or Theo’ I was always on the run again. If it wasn’t for that I would have never been able to push forward though. I wanted to find you though and because of that I had to get stronger. So, thank you because of you I was able to evolve further. It still wasn’t good enough though because I lost you again. I always thought it was because you didn’t want me around, I thought it was because I was weak and a snot nosed brat. So, I figured maybe if I could get stronger you’d want me around.” He paused as some tears started to run down his face. “I thought with that second form you’d be proud of me if I found you. And when I did things had changed so much. I was no longer a small child and you.. well you weren’t the same. You had gotten paranoid, afraid, and cold. With me around it seemed you were happier at least but it wasn’t until you died that I saw how you really felt.” He rubbed the tears away as he continued.

“I know you were proud of me and what I became. I know that you had fun these past couple months and years with all of us. Even during the bad times. You were a good guy and I am proud to have had such an eccentric mentor to me. You deserved a better showing than what you got, we should have gotten to fill out stadiums with our act, but I know you will finally get to rest in peace. So, carry on those theatrics and when we meet again I’d like for you to really show me some of those tricks.”


He looked over to Theocelese and simply nodded. “We’ll miss you Pops.” Was the last thing he could say as he let the Grecian carry out the final moments.