DP: Betrayal & Corruption (Unrevised Version)

Ch: 19

He's kidding. What another nonsense pulled off by the ridicule joker. But what if he isn't bluffing and the stupendous nut-job was right? Could he say yes? ...No. It has to be a joke. Can it be true? Tiassale wished he couldn't believe what he's thinking! How can he trust not just the enemy he's been against for years, but the most ruthless figure the twin has ever known to cause mayhem?!

"A future sight? Really? Is that what you came up with? What pity... I don't see how or why you have obtained that ability, but no questions now. The time for fighting is now!"

"Hold your horses." He gestured him to stop, "Not unless you either agree or disagree. Which one shall you choose?"

Another silence came, then he answered, "I-I..." The shadow moaned and sighed with slumped shoulders, "I accept your decision...For once. But heed my warning if you pull any backstabbing onto myself, I shall terminate your being for playing trickery on the both of us."

Furor showed a pleased expression and flew next to Tiassale. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and dragging a claw by his cheek, he gleefully said, "Ah, that's an excellent choice on your part, boy."

Tiassale had an uneasy settling about this, but this will pay his debt for hitting Danny. He watched Furor skeptically as he came in front of him and raised his hand to the middle of his chest. The other shadow told him to close his eyes and retract his appendages. He followed the order. Outside of his vision, Furor's hand started to glow a reddish black and when connected, there was warmth where his nemesis's hand was. He wasn't going to question the feeling as he wanted this over quickly as possible. And the timing was perfect for he felt his hand and the warmness going away. He reopened his eyes and the darkness of the subconscious with his enemy several feet away was shown.

"That should do it! And now for your friend."

Furor headed to Danny in a fast pace with Tiassale behind him. Once they came at the knocked-out ghost, Tiassale looked at him with a worried expression. Furor was right for one thing: Danny didn't look to be alive, if you didn't count the rising and falling of his chest. Tiassale couldn't see how shallow the Ghost's breathing was from high above, but upon closer inspection, he was and that made the pang grow in him more. For a test, he took his hand upon the Phantom's chest and felt a small, rhythmic beat. He still had a pulse and that made the shadow grow a small smile.

Furor wasn't eager to let the ghost child's life go on, but he couldn't let up on a good deal. Or so Tiassale thought it was good. He gave Tiassale a reassuring smile, though probably like a sickening smile in Tiassale's view, and after he lifted his hand, Furor placed both hands on Danny's heart. A light red glow covered his hands, but not without a little black in the middle out of Tiassale's sight.

"Well, that shall do it." Furor said as he took his hands off.

Tiassale smiles a little more and both shadows went back up to fight.

"Now, can we?"

"Bring it on then, mongrel."

By saying those words, the shadows go at it in a rushing pace. The first to power up was Tiassale, then shooting a red ray at Furor's face. He reflected the shot with a thin firewall quickly and before meeting in the middle, they turn and things looked slow as they passed each other by. Their eyes met; Tiassale's hand growing a red energy ball and at the same time, Furor charged a dark fireball. Furor's dark fireball came to him, directing to his stomach, but Tiassale moved his form away by a back twirl. The air wasn't accounted as he flew the other way from Furor.

Before Furor could fire, Tiassale threw his energy ball at reflex and the fast movement perfectly collided his archenemy's chest, bursting like a firework, and was sent back. Furor grunted as it hit him. The force sending him back wasn't pleasant and he managed to keep his dark fireball. He smirked and released the mass.