Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2003 06:58:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lorenzo Cooper <mkrann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 6: Feral

                            Awakenings

This story contains gay themes, violence, and adult situations. Reader
discretion is advised.  This story has also been inspired by Marvel Comic's
X-Men.  The X-Men are a copyright of Marvel comics.

SHOUT OUT!

MAD LUV TO ALL WHO HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING MY STORY!!!

Was Sup DragonMaster: Holler at me on the real, yo!!!  You ain't got to be
know stranger. Peace

Mad Love To B-MORE CITY! EASTSIDE REPPIN IN THE '03

Excuse the typos...I know I make some errors but typing ain't my
specialty...if you know what I mean!

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Red Island...Kyle's Place


     I laid quietly on my bed replaying last nights events over and over in
my head. I didn't go to class today, and some of my instructor's have been
calling, but who cares. Stephanie left me a message, but I just wanted to
be left alone. After crying and stuffing my face with food, I decided that
a complete cleansing process was needed. Isis sat and watched me sulk
around the house, but she couldn't understand what I was going through. She
is my cat not my therapist.

     Eventually I decided to take a nice relaxing bath in complete
darkness. I was too depressed to face the world, and all I wanted to do was
die. There was just too much that was going on. First, I was raped and
beaten. Then, I find out that I am a mutant. Then I am taken from my home,
and placed in an environment that I am not used to. Then, my only friend
who understood and accepted me was killed right in front of me. Finally,
the one guy that I wanted to open up to, and experience at least a
simulation of love turned on me. I just couldn't bare it all. I had
nobody. No friends. No mother. No father. No sister. No brother. I was
alone, and all I had was my thoughts. My thoughts ate away at my mind like
cancer, and eventually I was too weary to even cry. I lifted myself from
the tub, and barely drying my skin laid across the bed and closed my
eyes. Slowlly I fell in a deep slumber. Deep into the darkest region of my
psyche. Deep into oblivion. And then he spoke.

{*Hello Old friend...It's about time...I was beginning to get bored waiting
   for you*

   Who are you? What are you? Why do you keep haunting me?

  *Simple questions from a simple minded individual. Look at me. Who do I
   look like?


    You look like me. But you can't be me.


  *Ahh...I see this is going to take more time then I thought. You aren't
    the brightest star in the sky are you...but you will have to do.
    Sweetheart, we are the same...I am a part of you, just like the color
of
    you skin. You can't get rid of me...you can suppress but you can't get
    rid of me. I am your more aggressive side...you could even say I am
    dark, but people tend to put labels on things that upset the norm. I am
that
    something that upsets the norm. I am anger. I am hate. I am
    pain. I am deadly. I am everything that you want to do in the back of
    your mind, but don't have the balls to do. I am brutally honest, and
    you lie often. The problem with you is that you would rather fight me
    then those people that are hurting you. *

    I am not hurting, and you are just my mind playing tricks on me.
    There is a reason that you come to me in my sleep. I must be
    distressed about something. There is always a logical explanation for
    these kinds of things.

   *Logical explanation for these kinds of things! What the fuck is wrong
with
    you?*

    Look I don't need this from you...I am not afraid of you. You need me
    to listen, but I don't have to.


   *Bullshit! You need me. You are a fucking faggot. Queer! Whatever!
    And as long as people know that, they are going to treat you like the
    bitch you are. You talk too much, and have blind hope for
    motherfuckers that don't give a flying fuck about you. You do need me!
    You're just too fucking afraid to admit it. Dumbass, I was the one who
    masterbated on the patio that night. I was the one who kicked those
    hoodlum's asses when they raped you. I was the one who made you
    bold enough to tell Torin how you felt, and I was the one strong
    enough to hold you together when he fucking rejected you. Ohhh...you
    don't need me. Your little wimpering ass would be a fucking story in
    the paper had I not been there with you. I am sick of coming in last.
    I want us to fully be together, and you are preventing it. I hold your
    abilities Kyle. We need each other. Fuck this separate shit. Let's do
    the damn thing. Come on, baby. Come here. Stop crying. I didn't
    mean to hurt you, but you needed to hear these things from me. I
    am all the man you need for now. I am all you need. *

     Why does it hurt so bad? Why? I am afraid of you. I am so afraid.
     I have never hurt anyone. Why do I always get hurt? I feel so tired.

    *Now you finally realize what you need me for? You are too passive.
      I guess that's my fault. I could have been influenced you, but that
      would have been detrimental. I am your aggressive side. I allow you
to
      be free. I won't hurt you. I promise. I just think we need to be
      together. I love you. I really love you. Look at me. Do you want to
be
      with me?

      Yes...but,

      *Shhhh...don't say a word. Just tell me that you want to be with me
       and I will make you very happy. I will make you secure. Tell me
       with a kiss.*

       Just a kiss. Nothing more. A kiss...like....this.......

      *Yesssss.....just like that...I will always love you...Feral*

        I will love you too...Feral

      *Just lay here in my arms and I will protect you from all the evils
of
        the world. No need to worry or cry anymore. Just say yes.

        Okay...I am trusting you. Yes I love you...yes I want you here with
        me. Take me...I am yours.

       *Your wish is my command*}


Morning came slowly, but when I woke up I was brand new. Completely brand
new, and I loved it. I rose from bed feeling easy and free. I looked at
myself in the mirror, and I liked what I saw. My 5'11 185lb. body seemed to
shape itself overnight. My legs were strong looking, and shaped giving me a
curve that was definitley in my benefit. My skin seemed smoother, and my
hair seemed to have a more definite luster. My grey eyes seemed colder as
if winter existed in them, and all I had to do was stare at a person, and
they would freeze. I felt more confident, and I felt like I didn't owe
anyone an explanation about me. I used to be passive as Kyle, but that was
then...now I am FERAL

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  The Upper Westside, The Wooden Nickel Bar

ShadowWeaver approached the dark figure slowly. As the master of all that's
dark, ShadowWeaver's presence seems to get the expected reactions from the
bars ruthless clientele. He observed the dark figure as he approached, and
took a seat at his table.

"You have been summoned by the master." ShadowWeaver informed Seven in a
low tone.

"I have no master. I am my own master. Go away and leave me." Seven ordered
the dark prince.

"Ohh, but you do have a master. And he has sent me for you, Seven of
D'Aaries. He wants you by his side once more. Either you or your soul."
ShadowWeaver stated hoping that the once right hand of Darkoth puts up a
fight. He would love to steal his life essence, but Seven is smarter then
many think.

"If Darkoth has risen. Then why has he sent you? Why didn't he locate me
himself?" Seven questioned slightly annoyed.

"YOU DARE QUESTION MY REASONS. STEADY YOUR TONGUE AND CHOOSE YOUR WORDS
WISELY, MY OLD FRIEND. YOU DO REMEMBER WHAT I SAID WHEN WE LAST SAW ONE
ANOTHER." Darkoth spoke through ShadowWeaver. His powers luring the life
essence of weak willed patrons in the area.

Unshakened, Seven finally looked up and made eye contact with ShadowWeaver
smiling wickedly.

"I remember clearly what you said. The question now is will you actually
keep your end of the bargain?" Seven questioned the dark ruler of Darkseid
boldly.

"YOU WERE ALWAYS UNTRUSTING. VERY WELL. YOU WILL BE MY VESSEL. YOU WILL BE
MINE, AND I WILL SHARE WITH YOU THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE GATEKEEPER. YOU WILL
BE THE HIGH LORD OF DARKSEID. MY POWERS WILL SHAPE YOU AS DARKSEID'S ANGEL
OF DEATH...YOU ARE NOW...SEVEN." Darkoth's presence through ShadowWeaver
was awesome. Outside the sky roared with thunder, and flashed wildly with
lightning.

ShadowWeaver, his robe blowing wildly and his eyes crackling with power,
extended his hands to touch Seven's brow. Immediately a flash of light
struck the the bar as if a bolt of lightning had hit the
building. Instantly a wind rushed in and sucked all the air from the
building, and with the force of ten hurricanes rushed back in. Every living
creature within the Wooden Nickel was killed. Their life essence ripped
instantly away from their bodies into ShadowWeaver...gifts to
Darkoth. Surrounded by a dark purple aura stood Seven in all black. The
outfit crafted from the essence of Darkoth surrounded his body, but his
features had softened... he was now completely androgynous. The only
masculine feature was the extremely thin mustache that dressed the top of
his lips.

The dark ruler had shaped Seven in the image he respected him as...his
concubine. ShadowWeaver stood amazed at the sight of Seven who was now
smiling wickedly. Seven's duties on Darkseid was to lead an army that would
reign terror on the galaxy. Seven's name had been stretched across the
stars...he was legendary. The famed blood demon. Notorious for leaving
gruesome details to leave most in mental trauma. Headless bodies, gutted
bodies, and other grotesque displays of savagery were his trademarks, but
Darkoth in his schemes made it so that Seven's lust was consuming. Seven
was molded by Darkoth to be the highest appointed leader, The General Of
Darkseid.  Darkoth psionically manipulated Seven so that he would have
unsettling dreams and desires that could only be calmed by sex or
death. Darkoth prevented Seven from having sex which fueled his madness and
sent him on savage killing sprees. Seven would torture males and females
alike with warped sexual fantasies that usually ended in
 gruesome deaths. As the dark ruler's general, he scourged the skies with
an army the never seemed to end. When Darkoth was exiled, and supposedly
destroyed. Seven went into hiding. Unable to control his urges, he sought
young unsuspecting victims, and used them as sexual toys until they were
useless. Then he'd kill them, and discard their bodies in areas that people
dared not venture. Seven was definitely ruthless, but he had a soft spot
and Darkoth new of it. Therefore, Seven as bold as he was, would never deny
his service to Darkoth. Not in a million years. Darkoth's only friend and
ally. Seven trusted no one, but he was completely loyal to Darkoth. Now the
time had come when Darkoth had promised to cure him of his disease, but
with a deadly price. Darkoth gave him the knowledge of an interdimensional
demon known as The Gatekeeper. The Gatekeeper's knowledge was the ways of
war and an infinite knowledge of dark abilities that aided warriors. Now
Seven was even deadlier then
 before, but the catch now was that he had to be connected to Darkoth
psionically. Therefore if Darkoth was ever exiled or even destriyed the
same would happen to Seven. Seven agreed without question, and was
reborn...Seven the Destroyer. ShadowWeaver looked pleased. His master was
happy, and this meant his duties had been completed satisfactorily.
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Red Island: Main Lobby

Stephanie waited patiently for Torin to exit his last period class. She was
concerned about Kyle. She hadn't seen him or heard from him in two day. It
had also been brought to her attention that he had not attended any of his
classes. This was very unusual for Kyle. He was never late, and rarely
absent for class. Stephanie had noticed that lately Kyle seemed to be very
fond of Torin, and that he had spent some time with Torin. She figured
whatever the situation was...hopefully Torin would have some answers. The
bell rung and students filed out of class orderly, moving towards lockers,
or exiting the building. Torin walked out slowly talking with some other
students casually.

"Torin...you are just the person I wanted to see." Stephanie stated smiling
warmly at the young boy.

"Oh...was sup. Is everything cool?" he asked parting with his friends.

"Well...that's why I wanted to see you. Have you seen or heard from Kyle
today?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"No! I haven't seen or heard from Kyle. Is everything okay?" Torin asked
growing concerned himself. He knew that he hadn't seen Kyle since the
incident, and he was afraid that he might not have taken the outburst well.

"I understand. If you see him, can you let him know that it is urgent that
he speaks with me. I am concerned, because this is unlike him. I have
called several times, left numerous messages, had Circe even try to track
his psi-band. I am afraid something is wrong? Please if you know or hear
anything call me? Okay" she said now more concerned then ever.

     She could since something was wrong with Torin, but she didn't pick
his mind. Instead, she scanned his feelings, and guilt came across very
strong, but what was Torin guilty of she wondered. Her abilities were
strong, but she couldn't psionically pick up Kyle's mind. It's as if he
wasn't alive, and that frightened her more then anything else.

"I will definitely let you know if I see him...better yet I will tell him
to give you a call. You got my word." Torin said now feeling like he had to
correct his own error, but it was already too late. As soon as Stephanie
had turned the corner Torin surrounded himself in a blue aura, and
teleported himself right outside of Kyle's place.

He rung the bell five times, and no one answered. He scanned the premises
psionically, and he was unable to pick up Kyle's mind. Torin didn't want to
invade Kyle's privacy, but he was concerned. Without even thinking he
instantly teleported from outside to Kyle's room. The room was in
disarray. Clothes was everywhere, and the room looked as if a fight had
broken out. Torin tapped into his abilities, and touched the dresser and
instantly images of what occurred appeared in his head as if he were
watching a movie. Kyle seemed angry and very destructive. Even scarier was
that Kyle didn't seem like Kyle anymore. Torin felt great pain, but he felt
great anger and even hatred. Torin removed his hand from the dresser, and
slowly walked upstairs onto the patio. He walked towards the chair Kyle sat
in when he had masturbated his first night at Red Island. Torin sat down,
and a whirlwind of emotions drowned his mind and his body. Torin could feel
great pain. He could feel lust. He could feel
 turmoil. As if a battle was going on, and the emotions belonged to
different people. His eyes widened as he read the feelings Kyle harbored
for him. They were strong, and they were real. His astonishment turned to
fright as he picked up on the volatile state Kyle was in. Kyle was a
ticking time bomb. He felt a presence in the corner like emptiness or death
itself. He turned...too late.

"Ohhhhh...did I frighten you?" the form in the corner spoke wickedly.

"Who are you? What have you done with Kyle?" Torin asked boldly.

"Why? Are you concerned? Do you want to see how he is doing? Are you his
knight in shining armor?" the figured asked laughing as if Torin's feelings
were a joke.

"If you have hurt him in anyway...I swear I'll kill you" his voice
quivering with anger.

"Ohhh...Torin I am scared. Big, bad Torin. Why do you want to save him now?
You tried to throw him through a wall the other night. Don't tell me...GOD
spoke to you and now you see the err of your ways. Well it's too
late...Kyle's dead." the figure said wickedly.

What stood out to Torin was the fact that whoever this person or being
was...he couldn't pick him up psionically. Their mind was
invisible. Technically the person didn't exist. His anger turned to fear
quickly. Something that was new even for him. Whoever this was boldly
stated that young Kyle was dead, and didn't make an attempt to even
flee. He had to strike quickly before this thing took another life.

"Who are you? What are you? And how did you know my name?" he asked
disguising the fear in his voice.

"I am what you created. Too bad it had to come to this. Kyle was such a
sweet person. Maybe he'll send you a postcard from heaven...wait a
minute...I don't think hell accepts heaven sent cards." the figure laughed
wickedly.

"I don't believe you killed him...I think you are a fucking liar." Torin
said his hand glowing a bright red aura.

"Ohh but I did...I buried him deeply...If you don't believe me...read my
mind" the figure challenged. Torin tried to touch the figures mind, but was
thrown to the floor by some unseen force. The figure laughed loudly
obviously amused by his antics.

"What are you?" Torin said struggling to his feet.

"Torin...I am the darkside" the figure walked from the shadows to reveal
Kyle in a black liquid-like outfit studded with silver spikes.

"Kyle!!! What...What has happened to you?" Torin asked astonished.

"No, Torin. This is not Kyle. My name is Feral. Kyle and I shared a body,
but we've made a little deal. He let's me drive and he watches. By the way,
I owe you something.", suddenly Feral kicked Torin in the stomach sending
him into the wall with a hard thud.

     Torin threw his hands in the air sending the chair at Feral who dodged
it without any effort. Feral moved like lightning. Within seconds he was
upon Torin, and they were both rolling around the patio in a fiery scuffle.
Feral swung a deadly swipe with his razor sharp claws nicking the sides of
Torin's face leaving five scratches and sending him into the wall. Torin
was amazed at Feral's strength, and tried to stun Feral with a psi-bolt but
Feral had sprung over the balcony. Torin ran to the edge of the balcony,
but Feral was gone as if he had disappeared. Torin slid down the rail, and
cried silently. He didn't understand, but he knew he had to find out what
occurred. His mind was heavy, but what he wanted to do was find
Feral. Torin knew that he had something to do with this "Feral" person that
looked like Kyle. He wanted Kyle back, but after the fight that occurred he
was afraid it was too late.
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 Downtown B-More City: Kahn Warehouse


Dr. Spalding rises to a brightly lit room. Mother Mayhem is sitting across
the room in her youthful form...her true form. The aged Olympian waits
patiently. She knew she would have to speak soon, but she had grown
stubborn in her old age. Though she appeared youthful, her wisdom was as
old as the dirt that built the building she called home. She turned to
Dr. Spalding and smiled softly. Over the years, she had grown cold. Her
heart was broken a long time ago, and her aged wrath was finally
ceasing. Mother Mayhem had attended her business as usual, but requested
that no one approach Dr. Spalding. She wanted to be the only one to deal
with him. She wanted him to know the truth. The complete truth about
everything. This would allow her a deeper peace.

"Good Morning, David. Did you have a good rest?" she asked smiling at the
doctor.

"Good Morning Gaia, I slept peacefully. Thank you for the hospitality." he
said taking a bite of the fruit provided for him at the side of his bed.

"I know that you have been patiently waiting for me. You've spent two days,
and you definitely have to get back to your students. So I will begin this
journey into a dark era. I will let you get situated first." she says
moving closer to the bed the doctor was in.

He had positioned himself in the bed in an upright manner. His attention
focused on the mutant of the Olympian era, and waited for a dose of history
that had been lost for centuries.

"I guess I'll begin with the era in mutant history known as the Titan era
named after the mythological gods of Greece. And it was rightly chosen for
that era of mutants. During that time period, mutants were basically super
powerhouses able to wield unlimited amounts of power and live almost
forever. They were like gods, and this frightened humans immensely. Humans
started an all out movement to get rid of these powerful mutants. Many
human died in that era, but it was time that helped humans in the
end. Eventually mutants born of the Titan era started to dwindle as time
progressed, and the next generation of mutants seemed to be powerful but
not as powerfull as the generation that proceeded them. They still lived
very long lives, but they were able to fit in more with humans. This era of
mutants was called the Olympian era...the era in which I was born. During
my era the Stargate had just been completed after years of trying to figure
it out. During this time period, scientist had
 discovered that the Stargate had five points and Earth X was the center
gateway. Earth X's technology had advanced to the point were we had even
discovered the dark planet known as Tartarus. The Alliance had not been
created yet. There was no need for the Alliance at this point until
intergalactic trading started. The need for galactic trade ethics and
galactic policing had become a major concern. The different worlds that now
form the Alliance had at one point been in dangerous competition with one
another about controlling intergalactic trafficking and trade. The simplest
thing for the worlds to do from the beginning was to have Earth X as the
planet to maintain Stargate trafficking, but that didn't sit well with many
worlds because they felt that Earth X officials would eventually horde all
the business for themselves. While the intergalactic bickering was going
on, Tartarus had been researched but never explored. The dark planet seemed
dead and everything around it seemed to be
 dead as well. It was mysterious, and scientists were extremely curious,
but also very afraid of traversing the planet that received no light. Earth
X officials had threatened to use the dark planet as an exile for mutants
that had become too dangerous for Earth X. Yet none of the mutants were
that dangerous, but many feared the mutants from the Titan era and needed
some sort of security blanket. I was young then and as an elemental with
other abilities due to my gene pool I was considered a threat. I developed
my abilities under a group of seven female mutants known then as the
Pleaides. They secluded themselves on this tiny island and did the same
thing you do now. House mutant orphans, and help them develop their
abilities in a positive manner conducive for blending in with society and
better control. That's where I met Darkoth." she paused looking out the
window as if viewing the story on a screen. Dr. Spalding watched waiting
for the revelations he'd come this far to hear. She
 took in a deep breath and exhaled as if releasing some unseen demon. She
continued slowly.

"We were both young then, and he was very handsome. Actually he has always
been very charming as well as attractive. We grew close and eventually we
grew to love one another deeply. I wanted nothing but happiness for us, but
his pain was too deep. He opened up to me once, and that's when I first saw
the darkness in him. He was bitter towards humanity for being ostracized
and for the cruel treatment of his family and his friends. He had watched
as mutant hating humans marched in a modern day witch hunt and murdered
countless mutants. He barely escaped the brutal demise, but he did and was
sent to the Pleiades for refuge. You could tell that he was destined for
great things, but his darkness grew. Yet only I could see it. No one else
could see that he was a sleeping volcanoe waiting to erupt. I watched in
fear, but I loved him deeply. I figured by showing him that I loved him he
would turn away from his hatred, but I was wrong...so wrong. His powers as
a psionicist was strong, but
 nothing extraordinary. So he sought other means of expanding his
powers. He meditated deeply in seclusion for days...then weeks and
eventually months. I would steal away from my studies and watch him. From
what I understood psionicist's alignments couldn't be chaotic, so I figured
he'd never reach his full potential as long as he hated so strongly but I
was wrong again. I don't believe his intentions were to destroy anyone...I
just think he wanted justice for all that had been done in the past. As
years proceeded, I fell even deeper in love with him and he became even
stronger. Although he was developing his powers with great proficiency, his
heart still was never mended. I saw the darkness within him expand, but
never had the courage to address it. I thought by showing him my love he
would be okay, but it didn't help in the long run. The Mutant Registration
Act had finally been passed, and mutants had to register as being
mutants. Many who registered were placed in concentration
 camps...others resisted. They were killed. We lived on the secluded island
in peace before this occurred. The first attempts to collect mutants from
Burei Island failed. But our day had finally come, and what I feared of
Darkoth finally occurred. He exploded. The confines of Burei Island
basically kept his anger under wraps because he was secluded. We had been
removed from society for so long that he could heal somewhat, but when
Manhunters and Borgs finally came to apprehend us. He exploded. Hundreds of
people died...mostly humans, manhunters and borgs, but mutants died
too. Darkoth had unleashed a powerful attack against them. The psionic
attack he unleashed was felt by all. The way he brutally murdered them was
unbelieveable. Flesh boiled off of the humans, the borgs systems
malfunctioned making them explode, and mutants were basically
fried...mentally. He didn't stop there ...he actually sought humans and
borgs alike. He went on a rampage. Eventually there was a hunt for
 Darkoth. After months they finally apprehended him. I remembered that day
as if it were yesterday. You could still see the youthfulness in his
eyes. He was afraid...for us. In front of a council of representatives from
each sector of Earth X, Darkoth was tried. They actually gave him an
opportunity to explain his situation, but that was only for media
hype. When he was sentenced everyone shuddered. It was brutal in our
minds. They had banished him from Earth X to be imprisoned on the dark
world Tartarus. They had never explored the planet...just speculated on
it. They didn't even know if it had any vegetation or water to support
life. Now they were sending the first test subject into a world that was
unlike any other. It was dark there. No light at all. No recognizable life
essence either. For media purposes to look humane, they constructed a
capsule supplied with water and food for one year. If he ate all of the
food and water on the ship he would have to survive on his own. If he
 died then it was a part of his sentencing. I cried deep within, and was
given one last opportunity to see him. On my last visit, I allowed him to
touch my mind. He had connected us mind, body and soul with a psychic
rapport. I could feel him deeply, and as long as I felt him. I knew I could
be okay. The day they transported him to the planet Tartarus. I thought I
would forever lose that feeling but I didn't. Then what I feared would
happen ...happened. After a year, I couldn't feel him anymore. Our minds
were severed. Darkoth was dead." she finished as tears began to flow slowly
down her face. She was finally releasing a part of her world, and
Dr. Spalding himself was in shock.




















She moved away from the bed, and walked slowly towards the window. Her hair
blowing slightly in the wind. She had to finish her story, but she knew
that she could only tell him part of it. It was too early to reveal the
rest.

"So how did he end up this way? I know that it doesn't just end like
that. Something else occurred. Something had to have occurred in order for
him to be alive. Come on Gaia...this could mean our very existence."
Dr. Spalding said pleadingly.

She turned and smiled weakly.

"Old boy it sounds as if you have reached the end of your rope. We
definitely have more to our advantage then before. Believe me. Let me
continue. You are absolutely right. Something did happen. Years later I
began to have strange dreams about the planet Tartarus. I began to research
the dark planet deeply. It seems that this planet once was a beautiful
planet, but had been sucked dry by an evil entity. Of course, my sources of
information was defintely more reliable, and understood my concerns on
another level. The planet was alive in itself. It fed off of the entity
until the entity became the planet. Absorbing the essence of all life
around it. Darkoth did die. His essence was consumed by The Darkness. Then
the Darkness attached itself to Darkoth's anger and fed until it reformed
and reshaped Darkoth. Darkoth, in his current form, destroyed the planet by
absorbing the last residue of this malignant entity. The explosion was
enormous and it was felt throughout the galaxy. All
 believed that the threat of Darkoth had ended. Until one day, I felt him
in my mind as if he was standing right beside me. His powers were so strong
not only did I feel my life essence slipping away while he was with me, I
noticed that his powers absorbed things through me. It began with my
dreams. He would come to me in my dreams and when I would wake up the
flowers in my room would all be dead. Then he started to drain me little by
little. I would become very ill, and those that cared for me if their will
wasn't strong enough he could drain them. I knew he was alive, and I was
trying to figure out if he was actually alive or is I was going through
some type of trauma. Meanwhile the northern most point of the Stargate was
basically controlled by the planet Xylin. It was a thriving world, built on
advanced technology. This planet was rivaled only by Earth X. As time
progressed Xylin, became a planet destined for extinction. It didn't
participate in any of the trading conventions and
 the representatives from their council seemed to all of a sudden
disappear. Slowly Xylin became a planet that was seen ,but not heard
from. I was working for the council of Earth X when things began to come to
surface. An ambassador of Earth X was sent to Xylin to restore
communications. The body of the ambassador was sent back to Earth X in a
petrified state...as if sucked dry by some disease or vampiric being. The
body was taking by scientist, but they discovered nothing. Investigations
began but only tragedy happened. The first shuttle exploded within miles of
approaching Xylin. Then the second team disappeared but the ship was
discovered, and the third was the most horrid. When we discovered the ship,
it looked as is a mad doctor had attacked the crew leaving body parts
everywhere. By this time, I had achieved a noticeable degree of rank and
was chosen to lead a team of investigators to Xylin. I feared for my life,
but I had to be strong. They day came when life as all had come
 to know it on Earth X and the surrounding galaxies would change. We
approached the planet Xylin three days later in hopes of returning to our
respective homes in peace. We would soon realize that we would return with
nightmares of what was about to happen to the galaxy. As we approached a
docking bay located on the northen tip of Xylin, we discovered that we were
not controlling the ship any longer. All of our defense mechanisms had been
disengaged and we were basically drifting at a rate that was slow and
steady. When we finally docked and exited the ship, we came across some
hostile units and half of my team was killed. The other half survived but
barely. As days continued and we made our way through desolate areas that
looked as if war had broken out, my team started to dwindle little by
little until it was me and two borgs left. I knew that I wasn't going to
make it. We approached Dargon City, Xylin's Imperial city, and it felt as
if life ceased to exist there. There was
 complete nothingness. No animals, no people, no wind, no sound, and no
feeling of life whatsoever. It was cold. I tried to figure what disaster
could have happened, but none came to mind. Though it looked like
war...there was none that occurred. We arrived at the Imperial Palace and
there was no soldiers on guard. The place was deserted. When I finally
entered the throne room...my nightmare was confirmed. In the middle of the
room suspended in air was a sphere with the captured souls of men and women
soaring around it. As I looked in horror, Darkoth appeared. That was the
beginning of the end. I don't know when he developed his additional
abilities. All I know is that his wrath was horrible then. I can't imagine
what he will do now. " her eyes now heavy with pain. She looked at
Dr. Spalding and tried to smiled. She knew that there was more but she
feared that time was not on her side. She knew that Darkoth would build
swiftly and deliver a precise attack that would be felt
 throughout the galaxy. She knew that she didn't have the strength alone to
fight Darkoth, but she knew that Dr. Spalding's teams of mutant youth
trained to defend would be a better suited regime against Darkoth. She rose
slowly and with little effort transformed into the elderly but deadly
Mother Mayhem.



"There is more...I can sense that there is more, Gaia. Please don't hold
out on me. You know what we are dealing with. He will try to kill us all if
we don't stop him, and I am afraid that in order to destroy him I have to
go to the beginning of his history." Dr. Spalding said sounding desperate.



"David I know exactly what we are dealing with, and what I told you can
help a lot. But you have to realize that. I can only tell you what
occurred. As I stated I encountered him for the first time in years, and
though I was afraid of his powers. I was not afraid of him. I will not even
begin to say that he treated us with loving kindness. He sent me back to
Earth X with a message to everyone. His message was that he was alive, and
he was coming for revenge. Though he killed my team. He wasn't at all
abusive to me. He still remembered me, and he could sense my deepest
feelings. He sent me back with my two borgs in order to navigate me
home. As soon as we arrived safely on the planet...they exploded. David
that's the truth. The sad, bitter truth. I told you all that I know. You
have my support, but I can not get my children involved. I will even have
Medea aide you, but that will be only when you need us. I feel we have to
be patient and bide our time. I know that you want to move
 swiftly, but we don't know anything yet. All we have are our suspicions,
and those may be wrong." Mother Mayhem said doubting her own statement. She
knew he was back, and as much as she tried to shake the idea of her worst
nightmare being reborn...she knew the truth.

Dr. Spalding listened but deep inside he knew that Mother Mayhem was not
being completely honest with him. He wondered what she was hiding, but he
knew the aged Olympian unlike anyone else. He knew that in due time she
would reveal the secret, but only whne she was ready. He also knew that if
she didn't want to say anything she wouldn't...period.

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Downtown B-More City



Evening slowly approached as the first signs of nightlife start to
appear. Mutants, droids and humans alike begin to flock downtown to
party. In he mist of the awakening nightlife is the newly awakened Feral
dressed in the black outfit adorned with spikes walking fearlessly through
the streets. He draws some attention, but he fits in with the norm of
downtown. Feral walks confidently up to the neon lit sign flashing The
Tunnel Club.  Cyber music plays loudly as Feral enters the club, and is
pulled by the pulsating energy that could be felt strongly in the music
pumping its way into the systems of the young crowd as if it is also a drug
to them. The scene of heads jumping up and down to music that reeks of
chaos and the scent of drugs, sweat, and cheap perfume is the complete
picture of The Tunnel Club. Feral, though spinning from the recent change,
feels the beats and allows himself to be quickened by them. His animal
instincts begin to peak and he starts dancing with a savage lust.
 His body sweats and his muscles tighten but his curves are eye catching
and eventually the wrong eyes are on him. He dances oblivious of the
potential danger he is in. The night is young, and he has tasted his wild
side, and to him it is the sweetest thing since cotton candy.

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Red Island, Torin's Dorm Room

Torin paces back and forth wondering what to do. Suddenely he rushes to the
closet, and puts on his jacket. Torin telepathically felt Kyle's mind and
was able to locate the area in which the rapport was coming from. He didn't
want to teleport himself into the area, but he was definitely going there
with the attentions of bringing Kyle back. Torin had realized the mistake
he had made, and he knew that the feelings he had for Kyle were genuine. He
only hoped that he had an opportunity to tell Kyle these things.

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Loving you is what I do best.

                  Bleu Waters