[TN] Eye of Destruction
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magic_fratboy“You know something’s wrong with me.”
It was only eleven in the morning the Monday after his birthday, and already a scorcher as he watched carefully while the man up ahead hesitated over the lemon tree he was digging out. Tommy watched the way his shoulders slumped and his head fell forward just a little, burdened by something the eye couldn’t see. He had his shirt off, and his bare back already gleamed with sweat under the oppressive heat, but Tommy knew in his gut that he was watching his Fraternity brother wilt under a head that had nothing to do with the sun.
Driving the pitchfork into the soft earth, Dog turned to face him, squinting against the light and the sweat threatening to roll into his eyes.
“I know things, but not what’s wrong with you.” He admitted, pulling off his work gloves as he moved across the half-landscaped front yard he was working on. Tugging a bandana out of his back pocket, he mopped his face with a heavy sigh. “It’s just things that need their time to come, truths that need their time to be told. There ain’t a damn thing wrong, little master.”
“You keep calling me that.” Tommy bit off impatiently as they stood in the middle of Dog’s job site, arguing quietly. Shielded behind sunglasses, he scrutinized the other man’s face as he spoke. “You told Selene I knew something in her or some shit…Dog, you fuckin’ know why I keep having these fits. The deja-vu, the things I know when I shouldn’t…you know why I can do more than other avatars.”
He saw Dog’s features register the pain of holding back, but instead of waiting for an answer, Tommy reached for the small chain and padlock Dog wore around his neck as a necklace. He only touched the lock to make it suddenly click open in his hand.
“Levitation and Escapology. Each avatar has one talent…I have two.”
Dog’s gaze lowered, then lifted again. In his eyes, Tommy saw something that scared him, something that made the pit of his stomach fall away and his blood run cold.
“I can’t tell you, Tommy.” Dog replied, scaring Tommy further with his bold simplicity. “I know what haunts you, but I can’t tell you ‘cause you’re not ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“To rule. To save your people…to bear the burden of what lives inside of you.”
Tommy removed his sunglasses, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Dog…what lives inside me? What’s making me so insane?! I mean…Dog, if I’m some kinda threat to all of this, I’d rather put an end to it before I hurt someone.” He hated the hysterical edge threatening in his voice, still quiet, still muted. He hated that he was afraid.
“I need you to tell me. Am I gonna hurt someone?”
Moving closer, Dog reached up to lock the necklace again, then laid a hand against Tommy’s chest, leaving him feeling strangely branded by the touch.
“Yes, you will, but not like you think.” He replied quietly.
Tommy shut his eyes, forcing himself to breathe past the heat of Dog’s hand as the other man kept talking, confirming all his darkest fears.
“There’s no darkness in you, Tommy, but there is a rage. It’s pure, it’s got a mind of it’s own, and it’s on our side? But make no mistake: it will kill every man, woman, and child spinning on this rock if it believes they stand in the way of what it wants. It’s the eye of destruction, my brother…and it’s who you will become.”
It was only eleven in the morning the Monday after his birthday, and already a scorcher as he watched carefully while the man up ahead hesitated over the lemon tree he was digging out. Tommy watched the way his shoulders slumped and his head fell forward just a little, burdened by something the eye couldn’t see. He had his shirt off, and his bare back already gleamed with sweat under the oppressive heat, but Tommy knew in his gut that he was watching his Fraternity brother wilt under a head that had nothing to do with the sun.
Driving the pitchfork into the soft earth, Dog turned to face him, squinting against the light and the sweat threatening to roll into his eyes.
“I know things, but not what’s wrong with you.” He admitted, pulling off his work gloves as he moved across the half-landscaped front yard he was working on. Tugging a bandana out of his back pocket, he mopped his face with a heavy sigh. “It’s just things that need their time to come, truths that need their time to be told. There ain’t a damn thing wrong, little master.”
“You keep calling me that.” Tommy bit off impatiently as they stood in the middle of Dog’s job site, arguing quietly. Shielded behind sunglasses, he scrutinized the other man’s face as he spoke. “You told Selene I knew something in her or some shit…Dog, you fuckin’ know why I keep having these fits. The deja-vu, the things I know when I shouldn’t…you know why I can do more than other avatars.”
He saw Dog’s features register the pain of holding back, but instead of waiting for an answer, Tommy reached for the small chain and padlock Dog wore around his neck as a necklace. He only touched the lock to make it suddenly click open in his hand.
“Levitation and Escapology. Each avatar has one talent…I have two.”
Dog’s gaze lowered, then lifted again. In his eyes, Tommy saw something that scared him, something that made the pit of his stomach fall away and his blood run cold.
“I can’t tell you, Tommy.” Dog replied, scaring Tommy further with his bold simplicity. “I know what haunts you, but I can’t tell you ‘cause you’re not ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“To rule. To save your people…to bear the burden of what lives inside of you.”
Tommy removed his sunglasses, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Dog…what lives inside me? What’s making me so insane?! I mean…Dog, if I’m some kinda threat to all of this, I’d rather put an end to it before I hurt someone.” He hated the hysterical edge threatening in his voice, still quiet, still muted. He hated that he was afraid.
“I need you to tell me. Am I gonna hurt someone?”
Moving closer, Dog reached up to lock the necklace again, then laid a hand against Tommy’s chest, leaving him feeling strangely branded by the touch.
“Yes, you will, but not like you think.” He replied quietly.
Tommy shut his eyes, forcing himself to breathe past the heat of Dog’s hand as the other man kept talking, confirming all his darkest fears.
“There’s no darkness in you, Tommy, but there is a rage. It’s pure, it’s got a mind of it’s own, and it’s on our side? But make no mistake: it will kill every man, woman, and child spinning on this rock if it believes they stand in the way of what it wants. It’s the eye of destruction, my brother…and it’s who you will become.”
