The Legacy: Chapter 6-Fallacy of Power

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In the open gallery of the Westing mansion Chief Donald Wright loomed over his passed out opponent. Flashy had lost his ability to stay conscious after the last electric shock he received from Wright�s club. The officer chuckled at his foe tapping the metal stick in his hand.

�I don�t know why the rats always feel it�s necessary to bare their teeth before they get crushed into the ground,� Wright laughed out with a maddening tone. The metal club was now raised above his head with sparks discharging throughout it�s length. It came down on Flashy�s chest with much force. The current flowing through him woke him suddenly and made him imagine his brain was about to explode in his head. The blonde officer withdrew his laid on weapon for a moment. �Heh, I didn�t want you sleeping through your own execution now.�

Flashy couldn�t find the strength to move anymore. His eyes grew solemn as he watched the metal rod rise once again above the police chief�s head. As he looked into his tormentor�s eyes he saw them grow wide with excitement and ecstasy from what was soon to come, the would be the final blow. Being passed out had released all the adrenaline from Flashy�s system and he could only find himself alone with his inner demon silenced.

�DIE RAT!� cried Wright savoring the moment for as long as he could.

In a flash Wright had been removed from Flashy�s sight with a thunderous crashing sound. Up against the wall was Wright with who appeared to be his intended captive, Crazy. Crazy tackled and went flying with the police chief into a wall many yards from where Flashy now rested. He had the chief pinned with one hand on the officer's neck and the other on his arm which still firmly grasped his electric rod. Crazy was strong, but his strength was still no match for the chief who stood almost a foot taller than him and was very finely trained.

The match of strength wasn't what was on Wright's mind at this point. Something was digging into the chief�s throat and wrist. Wright couldn�t see for himself but it felt as if razor sharp claws were slowly digging their way into his body. The more he forced this young man back from him, the deeper the claws pierced him.

Crazy suddenly kicked his feet off the ground and pressed them into the Wright�s stomach. *There�s no way* Wright thought, unable to speak by this point. It felt at this point as if the criminal�s toes were jabbing throw his uniform. Wright looked down much to his horror to see something quite unexplainable. The young man�s toes seemed poised in a gripping position, but the nails were hardening, sharpening, growing! *What the hell is this creature!* Wright frightfully began to think. He panicked swinging his body in every direction. He rammed the latched man into a pillar a few feet away, but that just sealed his own fate further, driving the implanted nails deeper into his weakening flesh. Within a few seconds Wright dropped to the floor and his attacker tore back what he had gripped for so long. A pool of blood quickly formed around the deceased chief.

Crazy stood alone for a minute panting. Flashy could swear he heard low growls from the still standing captive. Flashy did his best to make it to his feet but fell back down after a short attempt. Crazy turned to the still stunned Flashy and looked him over. A killing desire seemed to scatter from Crazy�s eyes as his mood turned to one of a concerned nature. He helped Flashy to his feet.

�I take it you�re Crazy. Can�t say I�m surprised you got that sort of name. We need to get back to my comrades though.

In the library upstairs Tetsuo approached his knocked out target. Vash�s body remained motionless among a sprawl of fallen books. Tetsuo cocked his head to the side while he knelt over Vash�s body. This man had been a worthy opponent for the bodyguard and he would be finished off in the quickest way Tetsuo could accommodate. In his left pouch was a much different needle than the ones he fired from his gun. It was a lethal injection used for quick executions and failed assignments. Tetsuo never had the pleasure of using it before this night, but he unbuttoned the pouch and removed it from its sheathing. As he reached out to Vash�s arm, a sudden pinch could be felt in his chest and neck.

Vash rolled to his scythe and watched the masked man shake around the floor in shock. He gently removed the darts that were lodged in his arm and neck and tossed them to the floor. As he slowly approached the writhing bodyguard Vash spoke in a calm and quite tone, �To be blinded by such arrogance. Hrmph. You should have taken an inventory of your darts before coming to finish me off.� Vash swung his sickle blade down until it rested inches above Tetsuo�s throat and continued to speak, �Your first two drug doses had a strong enough effect on me. I still can�t feel my arm or leg, but you were ultimately too confident in your own ability. Landing a needle in me, by forcing me to think I was on the offensive was impressive, but unlike you I didn�t just rest my life in my own hands. One who fears death will not willingly put his own life on the line. Fear is just an inconvenience.� Vash said these last words much softer than the rest. In a quick fluid motion he swung the scythe down on Tetsuo, leaving the bodyguard in two pieces. *They have better made it out of here by now,* Vash thought to himself.

Nicholas, coughed up some blood before he bore down onto Mr. Westing in the main entryway. Westing dropped his gun and met the giant man�s outreached hands dead on. Both men locked fingers and began pushing with all their might on the other�s hands. Nicholas was taller than Westing, but nearly half a foot, but the older Westing still had a heavier form than the chiseled young man. Something was off though, although both men should�ve been matched in strength Westing�s grip was getting tighter with every passing second.

�Don�t feel bad Mr. Pike. It�s a triple shot of adrenaline in every stogie.� growled Westing, blowing a cloud of smoke into the younger man�s face. Nicholas was beginning to lose his matched stance with Westing and slowly began to bend his knees. A punch landed on Nicholas� wide chin, and then another. Westing was unleashing a barrage of hooks and jabs on his bullet ridden foe. In a matter of seconds Nicholas was on the floor groaning and badly beaten. �You see Mr. Pike, as you probably know I control the drug trade within the city. When I was younger I started my business with those people you seem to be so fond of, the poorest vermin who I could find. As my business expanded and I accumulated a vast wealth, my clientele became just as wealthy and I had no more use for those who couldn�t afford my finely made products. But when I began funding various businesses around the city I realized the true path to prosperity. Giving business to the wealthy before all else. With the police force in my pocket as well it was just a matter of time before we nearly cleaned this city of all it�s penniless filth. Commuter ships were searched and paid well for handing over their stowaways. Hospital beds were sold to the highest bidder. The city�s wealth and fortune grew enormously, but there was still a problem�.my ambition to create the world�s greatest city was being stalled.�

Blood dripped to the floor from the bullet wounds in Nicholas� chest. He began flashing back to a memory of his late departed mother. His mind left the darkened mansion room and took him into the corridors of the city�s general hospital where he had visited his mother nearly a week ago.

�I love you so much sweetie. Please try not to worry about me too much,� said Nicholas� mother, stopping to cough for a quick moment. �I know you�re busy with that new children�s school and I don�t want you fussing over me all day. I�ve told you a million times I�m feeling better each day.�

Nicholas, smile at his mother�s words, but a look of concern was still shaking in his eyes. �You always say that mom, but every day I come in here you look a bit paler than the last time I�ve seen you. I keep telling the nurses to leave those curtains over.� He moved over to the window and pulled open the curtains. �And anyway mom, you know you mean more to me than anyone else in the world. I don�t know what��

�Now stop it right there Nicholas.� she firmly commanded. Her voice was scratchy, but oddly soothing to his ears. �You�ve got the greatest ambition of any man I�ve known in my life. You can say I�m telling you this because I�m your mother, but I�ll be damned if it isn�t the honest to god truth. You�ve helped so many who�ve come from where we once were. And all your life you�ve done nothing but give from the bottom of your heart. But now I think is the time for you to hear this sweetie. If I don�t make it through this recovery�� Nicholas grabbed his mother�s hand and gripped it tight. He buried his head beside her in the bed. �Sweetie never forget what the real test of a man�s ambition is in this life.� Slowly Nicholas� head rose until he turned and looked into his mother�s eyes. �The test of ambition is not to let go of life and but to seek it out and face it head on.� Nicholas was crushed to hear his mother speak these words to him in such a situation, but something was filling him with warmth all of a sudden. She had leant over to him and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. *I know mother. I know what you meant*, he thought to himself.

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The memory began racing away from Nicholas� thoughts. He found himself back in the room with his large foe and wounded rescuer. A warmth began to soothe the pain Nicholas could feel in his body. He stared at Westing for a brief second and began to speak.

�Your ambition is so weak.� stated Nicholas to his looming opponent. Westing took a deep drag from the cigar now. The embers flying off the tip revealed a look of deep concentrated hatred. Nicholas continued to speak, �You invest yourself in all these businesses and companies and projects, but from all the wealth they show you in return you�re still left unsatisfied. It�s quite pathetic. A man�s ambition limited to the reach of his city. Mr. Westing, when I was young I never imagined myself to be surrounded by such happiness and I never thought I�d find it in faces or hearts of those I had met. My ambition isn�t confined to a mockery of city, it�s extended across all reaches of the world and many generations of people to come.� A giant fist launched itself at Nicholas� face. It was met by an open hand of equal force. �My strength is unmatched that�s why my ambition must be to give and with all the power you try to horde for yourself you�re still no match for me.�

Nicholas was in a deep sweat now. Veins bulged atop his brow as he now rose to meet Westing in a grappling stance once again. Garrinski watched the scene unfold as the giants among men pushed against one another with immense force. Westing�s strength was incredible and his entire body burned with intensity, but his opponent wounded and beaten would not yield for an inch. * I have the strength to beat this man*, Nicholas thought to himself, *I just have to keep fighting*.

Westing saw something completely horrifying. If it was from the flashing blue lights shining in through the front windows of the house, or perhaps the faint orange glow of his cigar in the darkened room, he didn�t know. But the man who pushed against him now had the visage of a strange metal head flashy around his own.

Slowly Nicholas built up the power to overtake Westing and forced him to the tile floor. Immediately after releasing his massive grip Nicholas launched a furious head butt at his fallen attacker. Westing went dizzy from the shocking hit and lost his cigar in the fray. With a clenched fist Nicholas raised his arm and drove down with a powerful blow. Garrinski could feel the impact of the attack from his position against the wall and watched as the floor gave way and cracked under the pressure sending small chips of tile airborne in several directions. The giant had defeated the monster.

Seconds passed before Garrinski got back up to his feet and made it to the side Nicholas.

�It�s time to go my friend. Let�s get back to the others.� said Garrinski.

Crazy with Flashy in tow came into the room following Garrinski�s words.

�I wouldn�t worry about your friend hear Mr. Pike. He�s more than capable of taking care of himself.� muttered Flashy. He looked at Garrinski for a moment searching for an answer to the question they both now had on there mind.

*Where�s Vash*.

Nicholas collapsed on the ground now, holding his chest. Crazy and Garrinski jumped to his aid.

�We have to hurry and get him patched up. There�s not a lot of time before those wounds are going to be inoperable.� Garrinski stated calmly. Flashy watched as his ally tear a piece from his dark green cloak and bandage the giant man�s wounds.

�Sounds like everyone is hear,� called out Vash from the top of the staircase. Everyone looked up as he slowly descended down the stairs with some pretty odd movements. �I don�t need eyes to see those expressions. I�m fine, he�s dead. Let�s just get that one fixed up.�

Garrinski finished wrapping up the wounded Nicholas. He motioned to Crazy to help him lift the man and they three made their way out of the mansion and past the police cruiser parked outside. Flashy and Vash quietly followed the three back into the city.

The next morning Nicholas awoke in a small hospital bed surrounded by many faces. His rescuers stood solemnly in one corner of the room while Sarah and Mr. Quiton sat by him on one side of the bed and Crazy on the other.

�Thank god you�re ok!� Sarah cried out as she threw her arms around his neck. �I was so scared, but I�m so happy you�re back now. Your rescuers filled us in on what happened at the mansion. I can�t believe Mr. Westing is d-d-d�.�.

�Don�t worry Sarah, everything will be fine now,� interrupted Nicholas.

�Yeah,� she said, smiling back.

�You three have my eternal gratitude,� Mr. Quiton said, turning to the three strange men. �I�ve thought deeply about your financial situation and after seeing the return of our young Nicholas hear I think there�s something much better we can provide for you.�

�What are you talking about?� queried Nicholas to the old man. Quinton explained the scenario that unfolded only a day earlier involving Nicholas� kidnapping and rescue. �I see,� he said, thinking hard to himself.

�Please Garrinski, take my vessel with you wherever you need to go.� Quiton said almost pleading the younger man.

�What?!� exclaimed Nicholas.

�Yes, I�ve reached my decision. Since these fine young men are in need of a suitable vessel and lack the funds to maintain their own I want to give them something special. My prize of the sea and the fastest ship to ever make port at Virwitch�s docks.� Mr. Quiton proudly stated.

�Well that should do us just fine from the sounds of it, but before we depart from this land I wanted to ask Nicholas something.� said Garrinski. Vash and Flashy tilted their heads with keen interest for this conversation. �You should know as well as I that you are somewhat different than most other people Mr. Pike. Last night I don�t know what possessed you, but something was�.different. I think that�s a word I�ll be becoming quite familiar with now. Regardless of what you think of us and our decisions to retrieve you from Mr. Westing last night, I think it would be wise for you to accompany us on our voyage.�

Nicholas was still in thought at this point, but after a few seconds he shot a friendly smile at Garrinski.

�You know, I think it�s time I start seeking out a new path in life, my ambition has outgrown this shell of a city. I�d be honored to accompany you gentlemen on this voyage.� Nicholas said. Just then he noticed a tug at his arm. The young man, Crazy, had his eyes peeking just above the bed�s frame. He gripped the giants hand tighter as they locked stares.

�The young one should join us as well,� Flashy quietly suggested. Garrinski stared curiously at Flashy who averted meeting his eyes.

�Yes, I wouldn�t go without him,� Nicholas chimed in with a gentle laugh.

�I see then, well there�s certainly enough room I�m sure. We shall leave this afternoon, so take your time in getting ready.� Garrinski said.

�There�s just one small problem,� Mr. Quiton began to say with much shame in his voice, �You�ll need to get it fixed up before you leave.�

�He gives us a broken ship and we�re back to square one. Can�t we just get the money to repair ours instead,� grumbled Vash.

Mr. Quiton spoke back up, �No it�s quite sailable, but there�s a few added appendages that need special attention. You see this ship runs by both wind and fire. The sails are indeed intact, but it has a device or �engine� they call it that pushes the ship as well. And I know the man who can fix it for you. In fact he was just here the day before you arrived.�

�Where is he now?� asked Garrinski.

�He said he was heading into the mountains, but for what I don�t know. If you leave now you might be able to catch up to him. I have a stable just outside of town where I could set you up with some horses.� Mr. Quinton suggested.

�We�ll leave for him right away. Take care while we�re gone Mr. Pike and Mr. Crazy.� said Garrinski.

The three travelers left the hospital and made their way in the direction of Mr. Quinton�s stables. Nicholas and Crazy remained at the hospital for the rest of the day until they were escorted by Sarah and Mr. Quinton to their home later that night. Far away along a wooded trail two figures walked in tandem closer and closer to a mountain�s base. Two swords slung over the back of one of the men and a pack strapped over the shoulders of the other. The sun was still rising and above the tree lined horizon three men were mounting their horses.

End of Chapter 6