Thanks, Parker, I shall! Now, warning! This chapter contains a partial plot dump. And not that this book takes place BEFORE the recent events in the Intro Randomness RP.
Realm Walker Battle Royal
"Yes, me." the Realm Walker said, sedately walking up to Cloak, stopping ten feet away. "You were expecting some line-dancing vampires?"
Cloak didn't speak. He was revolted by the newcomer's appearance. He was a mishmash of hippo, rat, ox, tiger, dragon, horse, ram, dog, boar, rooster, monkey, rabbit, and snake forms.
"You . . . you didn't. . . ." Cloak said, disgust and revulsion in his tone. "You didn't absorb -- no, you stole
the powers of the Twelve! No wonder they weren't as hard to defeat as they should have been."
"The Twelve?" Gaz had detached himself momentarily from battle. It was then that Cloak noticed that the trolls were no longer fighting back but shrinking to the shadows fearfully, leaving the other RAFians to look around, wondering.
Cloak thought about how he should word his response.
"The Twelve were twelve Realm Walkers --"
"Yeah, I got that part."
"-- ancient Realm Walkers, far older than Malice. They each had a unique ability -- Karma had yin-yang vision, Speedy had super speed, Imitator could shapeshift, Ghost could turn intangible, and so forth."
Cloak glared daggers at this new Realm Walker.
"And, as it turns out, some time before they went through the veil, this -- this -- this ABOMINATION absorbed their powers. How I do not know."
"And you shan't know," Abomination replied, "as I have no interest in yours. Call me Doomsday* or Armaggedon. Ragnarok would be fine, too."
"How about 'Egotrip'?" Faerie muttered.
Abomination scowled and glowered at her, then suddenly Faerie's right wing bore burnt streak on it, and she fell to the ground. Abomination may have moved to fast for mundane eyes to see, but Cloak saw -- just barely, though.
"Faerie!" Cloak heard Horse, Block, and Guy shriek.
Goom, however scuttled up, and, even though Cloak had locked his eyes on Abomination and hadn't moved his head a nanometer, he knew she'd be okay.
"No," Cloaky said, his voice colder than Pluto's surface, "you're an Abomination, so Abomination you will be!"
Abomination now scowled at Cloak, who wasn't so easily intimidated.
"You were a schoolyard bully," Cloak continued, "you were always a bully. But you didn't like it when somebody stood up to you, did you, you little punk?"
Cloak's eyes were starting to build up with golden-scarlet energy once again. Then the energy started to leak off his eyes in fiery tendrils. Cloak roard his feline roar, a definite warning sign.
"I am the ultimate being, you worthless piece of [Realm Walker cussing]! I am the premier creation! I am the strongest of the strong!"
"You are wrong. You always were." Cloak said with gritted teeth, trying to control his emotions.
But it was too late. Abomination's mere presence brought up painful memories, and a rage that Cloak thought he had long suppressed. It was just too much. Too much to handle.
"Oh shi--" Parker began.
"Run!" Blue shouted, realizing was was gonna happen. "Get away! Cloak's goin' into berserker mode!"
Cloak lost control of himself, but he was dimly aware of the RAFians evacuation to the Animorphs board -- it was furthest away. A ball of air engulfed Cloak like a shield. The water in the nearby lake swished, sloshed and whirled violently. The earth begun to shake with minor tremors. Trees sprouted up randomly only to burst into flame. Metal objects just shattered as if they were frozen in liquid nitrogen and then hit with a hammer.
And try as he might, Cloak could not regain control over himself! Abomination didn't seem concerned, as he used his stolen powers of superspeed and levitation to evade Cloak."You're losing yourself! Get control! Now!!"
"G-grandfather . . . ?"
SNAP! Cloak found that he was mastering his emotions, calming himself down. Regaining control of himself . . . he would have thought that he had mastered this by now.
"Pathetic display," Abomination sneered.
"I didn't ask for your critique," Cloak said shortly, trying not to flare up like that again.
"Well, I suppose it's my turn now."
Suddenly, Cloak felt punches and kicks but could not react from them. There wasn't enough time to
react. Cloak could not defend himself, he could barely form a single thought. It was no time before his ichor started flowing, burning the ground black. His clothing was being stained dark gold.
He was unaware that the RAFians were trickling back. He was unaware of many things at that point. At one point, he fell, but stubbornly returned to his feet. This happened five more times. On the seventh fall, Cloak did not rise again. He remained on the ground, cloak nearly all stained gold.
Abomination, who was breathing heavily, gave a loud whoop and cackled madly. "I finally did it! I finally did it! CLOAK IS DEAD!!"
"No . . ." Parker muttered horrified.
Reference to what this storyline is loosely parodying.