Close to the Marx

Entry 20

22 Krishna

I didn’t know what the f**k was more annoying, the f*****g monkey or these f*****g Inklor pieces of s**t or whatever the hell they were. I was still operating on a hunch that the Fakirs, specifically Norman Hunraken, had somehow created these things.  I remember there was an old story I read when I was a kid that there was some DNA profile that had been sent across the universe.

A scientist had gotten this DNA profile and replicated it. Then they combined it with Golordian DNA for shits and giggles I guess, and it made this horrible…wait a minute was that the bear story still?! That had to be that f*****g bear story, I remember it was one that was called something like The Bearserker and the Unmentionables. There was a crazy horse with Green hair that was the scientist I remember. I smacked my forehead in utter disbelief when I had realized that.

I was really starting to hate that god forsaken story.

“What’s going on?” Olivia asked.

“Do you remember that Berserker story?” I asked.

“You mean the one with that bear with the bow tie?” Olivia said.

“Yeah, that one.” I said.

“What about it?” Olivia asked.

“There are a lot of things about that story that seem to happen now.” I said.

“What do you mean?” Eugene piped up.

“I’ll show you guys when we know the Colonel is safe,” I said.

We did not take long to get to the Colonel’s office. Just like with Olivia’s office it looked empty, and quiet, a bit too quiet. I looked around trying to see if I could sense one of these Inklor things, or whatever the f**k they were. I knew that these things somehow had the ability to make themselves invisible, but not really. The thing is that you can still see their outlines and that was what brought the ones that had attacked the office earlier to my attention.

I threw a knife at a chandelier in front of us. When the knife hit one of these Inklor things it fell to the floor dead. Everyone else looked at me in amazement.

“How the hell are you seeing them?” Olivia asked.

“You can tell if you look hard enough,” I said I threw a knife at a window in front of us.

From the window fell another one of those things to the floor dead.

“I have to admit it Captain, but you are impressing the hell out of me,” Olivia said.

“Aww,” The f*****g monkey said.

I looked around and threw a knife at a desk. Luckily there was an Inklor that had formed a desk lamp that fell dead when I had hit it. I looked around trying to figure out where the mother fucker was. It was when I was looking around, I was noticing something. The Inklors weren’t attacking us, not anymore. Why?

“Why aren’t they attacking us?” I asked.

“They were,” Olivia said.

“But they haven’t for a while.” I said.

“That’s true,” Eugene said.

“Maybe they were switched off,” William said.

I looked at him.

“I’m talking out of my ass, but I was thinking along the same lines as you, if Hunraken created these things and he turned them on to attack us. Maybe Hunraken thought they finished the job and turned them off.” William said.

“Huh…that actually makes sense.” I said. “Come on before they switch back on.”

I lead them down the hallways and sensed a bunch of these things around, but they were all seemingly unconscious. Maybe they had been switched off.  That means that Hunraken could be controlling these things remotely somehow. But did that mean that Hunraken was watching us, was this what the Colonel was referring to earlier?

A lot of stuff was swirling in my mind that I was mulling over.

Firstly, Hunraken was evidently the one behind whatever was happening now.

Second the Fakirs seemed to be using us as guinea pigs.

Third, if the Fakirs were using us as guinea pigs then that Treaty that the Fakirs had with the Golordian Empire, the one that was called the Treaty of Freedom, could probably instead be called Freedoom.

Fourth, and I had just realized this, the Fakirs were the ones who appointed Jason Black as the emperor and their Liaison. Could it be that Jason Black was not even a Golordian? That idea threw me for a loop.

I had to talk this over with the Colonel.

Stealthily we had made it to her office. We were not attacked at all by any of these Inklors and I knew that they were there. I knew that they seemed to be in stasis. I walked up to the door and knocked on it.

“Colonel, you safe?” I said.

“Marxus?” Heather’s voice called back.

“Heather?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Heather said.

“Is the Colonel with you?” I asked.

“I am here too Marxus,” the Colonel said sounding like she was in pain.

“You okay ma’am?” I asked.

“Did you see Alexander on your way here?” the Colonel asked.

“No, why?” I asked.

“Because Marxus he is not who he claims he is,” the Colonel said.

“What do you…”

I had to react super-fast. I managed to dodge this giant metallic spear that came out of the wall at me. It was intense, I had to literally move so fast to dodge it or else I would have become a messy spread of Marx goo all over the place. I didn’t have time to think though because next thing you knew a silver liquid came out of the wall and formed a body of liquid silver.

I c****d my head

“What in the s**t?” I said.

“I should have known you would stand in my way,” the silver liquid said.

“Alexander?!” I said recognizing the voice.

“Please, call me Silver,” the odd silver liquid man charged at me.

It came at me with a spear it had made with one of its hands. I blocked the spear, though that hurt like hell, using my forearm. I then used that force he was using on me against him and grabbed the spear and slammed him on the floor. The silver-thing became a puddle, the puddle reformed and created a body again.

“Krishna!” I said.

“Get to the Colonel,” I said to the rest, blocking another attack from this thing.

They didn’t need to be told twice.

The one thing I had learned was how to use my opponent’s strength as their weakness. Silver liquid was solidifying parts of its body at will. This solidification was then being used as a weapon the weapon was then used against me with an amount of force. That force is what I had to use. For every motion there is an equal but counter motion after all. It was a freaking principle of physics we were working with here.

Even if the motherfucker could make his body into spears, I’ve fought off people with weapons before, barehanded in fact. So as I blocked another one of the attacks, I countered it this time by focusing my own energy as a counter motion against him. The metal thing pulled back and looked surprised.

“You hurt me?” Alexander said.

“Surprised?” I asked.

“Not really,” Alexander said.

One thing that I knew is that if you parry and you counter-attack the attack right away it makes the person start doubting their ability. That is what I started to do. Each time that he attacked me I counter attacked him in some way. He would jab I would block with my leading hand and counter him. Each time I did I would exert enough force to harm him.

I had trained myself hard enough that I could bend metal by punching it hard enough. So being able to harm this thing that Alexander had become. Even when he was coming at me with these things that he formed from his hands that reminded me of anvils and large metal pipes. I was still countering it.

There was one thing that I was learning quite quickly. Alexander had no form of training. Besides maybe basic combat training. He was aiming at me aimlessly, with a lot of umph but no precision. This was a tactic that one would find from someone who does not know what they were doing. You ever seen fights where someone is just angrily swinging at someone trying to see if they would hit their opponent?

It had become obvious that this is what I was dealing with.

An amateur.

Someone who never learned how to fight beyond general swings.

He didn’t even know how to defend himself. It had become obvious.

Eventually I punched Alexander hard enough that he had turned back to his regular form. When that happened, I grabbed one of my Karambits and held it to his throat.