Detective Dickson 3 : Identify Crisis

The Mistress called Ashun

The hallway remained the same, it looked to stretch out forever both backward and forward.

Marcel stared back, he then noticed something, about eighteen feet behind them there was a wall.

"Was there a wall behind us before" Marcel asks aloud, but the other two were chattering, they were still amazed at the instant transportation.

Marcel being very pragmatic in nature takes a torch which was lit with fire from the walls.

Turning backwards, he noticed something, the wall was now about one feet closer.

"SHUT UP!!" Marcel shouted at the top of his voice, this got Mary and Bob to stop talking.

"Look" Marcel said pointing behind them, the duo look at the direction Marcel was pointing to, there was a wall and it appeared to be coming closer every second.

"We have got to get the f**k out of here, you two, grab a torch" Marcel says aloud as he puts the torch forward as if  to see the path that was set before him.

He couldn't see any ending, the path seemed to stretch on forever.

"GRRH GRRRH GRRRHH GRRRH!!!" came a sound.

Marcel hearing it turns his back, the walls were now moving closer at an athletic speed.

"This can't be good, RUN!" Marcel shouted the last word as he took to his heels, Surely, Mary and Bob were following him steadily behind, Marcel looked at Mary's clothing, it was impossible for her to run in that.

Motioning over to Bob, when Bob maintained eye contact with him, Marcel pulled one strand of his hair.  Bob understanding the signal instantly lifted Mary off her feet.

"Heeeey, you molester" Mary said aloud.

"There's no way a lady can run in that, in case you haven't noticed, I am gay" Bob smiled at her as he sprinted faster, Marcel kept running as fast as he could, he turned, the speed of the wall behind them had increased.

Marcel ran as desperately as he could, he couldn't die here, he was gonna claim the weapon of Ashun and have vengeance on d**k, he would never forgive him not for what he did to his perfect face.

This anger gave Marcel some strength as his tired legs picked up even more speed, Bob had gotten to where he was, he seemed to be running effortlessly, his legs were in tune to his breathing patterns.

Marcel put his torch forward, he then noticed something.   There was a hole about a feet long in front of them.

"Slow down" Marcel said aloud, Bob understanding him started running at a slower pace.  Soon they came upon a  hole, it was a square hole and it was created craftily, it was about sixty metres deep.  They were spikes etched in the ground of the hole.

Marcel peered in, there were various human parts, torn bodies that had been severed by the spikes.

"Whosoever kept this weapon here really has issues" Marcel smiled, the wall behind them kept moving faster, it was closing in at an alarming pace.

Marcel looked at the length of the hole and the next place, he would definitely make it.

"Mary, remember when we use to play bouncing castle" Marcel said readying himself for a jump.

"Yeah, why" Mary asks.

"Cause you are about to land, Bob, fling her" Marcel says as he leaps over the hole.   Bob instantly throws Mary over the hole.

"AHHHHHH!" Mary shouts as she looks at the hole and sees the spikes, just as she was about to land on the floor, Marcel catches her.

"I finally get to save my big sis one time, how does it feel for once to be rescued by me" Marcel smiles at her.

Mary smiles back. Bob lands on the spot beside them soon, once the wall at reached the edge, it stopped moving.

Marcel set his sister down lightly back on her feet.

he picks his torch up from the ground, he fling it before he had taken his jump.

Lifting it and pointing it forward, he tried to make sense of what was before him but he could see nothing.

"Hmmn, something ain't right."

"CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO ASSHOLES MADE IT PAST THAT CHALLENGE, THOUGHT Y'ALL WERE DEFINITELY GONERS" came the voice again reverberating around the entire room.

"Well, you thought wrong" Marcel answered sharply.

"Can we get the weapon now or you are gonna bring more easy peasy challenges, this is starting to get boring, you know."

"OOH, DON'T GET COCKY YET, THE ONE YOU JUST ACCOMPLISHED WAS THE EASIEST ONE, IT GETS BETTER." the voice ended with a smirk.

"So what's the next challenge?" Bob asks.

"YOU WILL SEE"

As soon as the voice was done speaking, Mary vanished from the area.

"NOW, THIS IS THE MAIN CHALLENGE" the voice came again.

The environment around them changes, they were now in a fanatical dungeon.  The ground had suddenly become a steep rocky ground, there were huge boulders shooting up from the ground everywhere,  there were constant spots leaking spewing lava.  There was even a larva fall not too far from them, close to the larva falls, there were holes which kept shooting out hot puffs of smoke at regular intervals, very similar to a volcanic mountain, about twenty metres from them lay a red dragon, the dragon was easily fifty feet tall, it had two horns and scales all over it's body.  Beside him was a cage about ten feet tall, Mary was inside screaming her head off, the cool look on her face was gone, now replaced with terror and fear, that wasn't the only thing gone, her clothes too(stop thinking wide, you p*****t), it was replaced with a royal gown the sort princesses wear and she had a tiara on her head.

"Ooh f*****g come on" Marcel says aloud, he then looks at his right arm, it wasn't his torch that was there, it was a long silver sword, he looked at his hands and then his body, he was dressed dressed in a silver chain ware, he looked like a knight, he looked over at his partner, he too was dressed like a soldier.

"Really, is this supposed to be a D&D RPG s**t" Marcel said flaring up.

"THE FIRST THING THAT CAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH THAT ISN'T BULLSHIT, I AM ALMOST IMPRESSED, I SHOULD GIVE YOU A MEDAL" the voice says followed by a round of laughter.

"f**k you" Marcel mutters under his breath.

"D&D IS ASHUN'S WAY OF TESTING HE WHO DESERVES TO WIELD HIS WEAPON AND THOSE THAT DON'T USING VARIOUS QUESTS DEPENDING ON WHICH OF HIS WEAPON IS DESIRED TO BE ACQUIRED, THE HUMAN WHO RETURNED IT HERE WAS REALLY STUPID, MILLIONS HAD DIED FOR IT TO BE CLAIMED THE FIRST TIME.  TO GET ASHUN'S MOST PRIZED POSSESSION, YOU MUST RESCUE THE PRINCESS FROM THE DRAGON BUT BEWARE ANY PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH THE DRAGON SHALL INSTANTLY TURN YOU TO STONE."

Marcel shrugged at what he said, he stared at the cage in which his sister was locked in, it was then that he noticed it, it had a lock but where was the key.

He looked at the dragon

"Ooh no" he mutters sadly.

There was a golden key at the end of a chain on the dragon's neck.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY f*****g KIDDING ME!!!" Marcel shouted aloud.

"YOU WANNA WAKE UP THE DRAGON, YOU HAVE REALLY GOT BALLS, UGLY KID" the voice says with glee.

"Your voice is louder than mine, you dumb piece of s**t" Marcel says aloud trying his best to keep his voice as low as possible.

"YEAH BUT THE DRAGON CAN'T HEAR ME, ONLY YOU AND WHAT THE f**k, YOU BROUGHT A FAGGOT INTO THE HOLY TEMPLE OF ASHUN, HE'S BEEN STARING AT YOUR ASS THE WHOLE TIME.  THIS IS THE WORST PERVERSION OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, HOW DOES HE SLEEP AT NIGHT."

"With my c**k in an ass, b***h" Bob shouted.  Marcel laughed, he shook hands with Bob.

The line was making sense.

"EEEEEIII" the voice came again with a sarcastic tone.

"VERY FUNNY, LET'S SEE HOW MUCH YOU CAN c***k WHEN THE DRAGON'S AWAKE." as soon as the voice had spoke, a large Boulder materialized from thin air, it was above Marcel and Bob, it dropped down, the two quickly leap out of harms way.

"Hey, are you trying to kill us, you homophobic bastard" Marcel says to no one in particular.

"YOU WILL DIE, NORMS BUT THAT WASN'T MY GOAL, THIS WAS..."

"GRAAAHHHHHHH GRAAAAAHHHH GRAAAHHHHHHH!!" Marcel and Bob swallowed hard, they turned to the direction of the voice.

Love and behold, the dragon was wide awake and it didn't look too happy, it was pissed.

"Hi?" Marcel said at the dragon, the dragon jerked his head backward then forward, flaring it's nostrils, it emitted flames at Marcel and Bob but those two guys jump out of incoming doom.

"YOU TWO ASSHOLES ARE GONNA DIE, THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE CRACKING BEFORE, WHAT'S WRONG, CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAH."

"In times like this, I feel jealous of Todd, he had an instant death at least" Bob says as he ran the opposite direction.  Marcel looked at the dragon, the dragon returned eye contact, turns out it wasn't interested in Bob, just him.

"Ooh come on, is it because of my scar" Marcel shouts aloud, Marcel ran as fast as he could, the dragon took to it's feet, turns out his height earlier on was misjudged, it was actually seventy feet tall, the dragon flared another round of fire at Marcel but Marcel rolled on the ground evading the attack but his thumb touched some lava on the floor.

"Hot, hot hot" Marcel cried out as he sucked his thumb.

The dragon grits it's teeth, it was clearly enjoying this display.   The dragon moved his head over to the boulder, it had smashed to pieces, the dragon gritted his teeth again as it flew towards the boulders.

"Finally, I am saved" Marcel shouted aloud in joy.

The dragon faces his direction, with a piece of the rock in his right hand, he tossed it at Marcel.

Marcel saw the incoming rock.

"Oooh no, I am doomed" he cried aloud.  As the rock was about to crush him to his death, Bob arrived, as fast as Bob could, he pushed him out of harms way.

"You alright?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, I would be when you get your hand off my ass" Marcel says annoyed as he gets up to his feet.

"Did you try and free Mary" Marcel asked.

"Yeah" Bob says dejectedly.

"What's the problem?"

"It's locked, it needs a key" Bob says.

"Yeah and it's on that ugly beast over there" Marcel says pointing to the dragon's neck.  Then Marcel looked around him, the thrown boulder had crushed into small stones, there was also a long chain with a hook at one of the end

"How good can you throw?" Marcel asks.

"Pretty well, why do you ask, darling" Bob says.

Marcel shrugged, his expression now full of fear as he shifted away.

"I have got a plan."

Marcel appeared from his hiding spot, he was holding small bits of rocks in his two hands.

Marcel ran as fast as he could flinging the stones towards the dragon, the Dragon just stared him with a bored expression as if trying to say.

'Really, is the best you can come up with'

The red dragon bored and tired of the games lifts up another boulder and tossed it at Marcel, Marcel barely dodged it as it crashes close to the ground beside him, the impact of the collision cause Marcel to leap off the ground.  The dragon seeing this was a vulnerable time for the poor fellow jerked his head back, as it was about to flare his nostrils, it felt something dragging his neck back.  Marcel lands on the ground.

"Phew, that was a close one" Marcel smiled to himself.

The dragon struggled to turn it's head, there was a hook on a long chain rope attaching the chain on it's neck to a boulder, Bob was standing right beside it smiling.  The dragon gritted his teeth trying vehemently to escape.

Marcel ran in front of the dragon, Marcel was directly behind an enormous hole.

Marcel bent down, he picked as many rocks as he could from the floor, he was gonna have a grand time, he began to throw it at the dragon's head.  This only pissed off the dragon as it did no damage to him, similar to a fly and a cow.   The dragon kept getting infuriated, at last, the dragon could not keep in the anger anymore, it lashed out breaking the boulder the chain was attached to pieces as it flew towards Marcel.

Marcel let out a mild smile as he dodged to his side.

The dragon flew directly above the enormous hole, the hole's diameter was even bigger than the length of the dragon's body, it let out a huge puff of smoke hitting the dragon at the exact moment it passed over it, blasting it's body parts all over the room.  The head with the neck attached lands close to Marcel, Marcel lets out a mild smile.

"This wasn't easy."

Walking over to the neck, he was careful to ensure his body didn't touch any part of the dragon, he took the key away from the chain and ran over to the cage where his sister was kept, she had tears in her eyes. He opened the cage and she collapsed into his hands as soon the cage was opened.

"How did you know the pressure Chamber would be released at that exact time" she asked crying, she thought her brother was definitely a goner.

Marcel hugged her back.

"I noticed that when this simulation started, all the holes were blowing at regular intervals apart from the biggest ones of course, and it was so consistent meaning it followed real physics principles in regard to volcanic eruption, I timed it from the moment it started, calculating how much pressure it would have built from the time I started and yeah, I was right, it released pressure the moment I needed it too and we both know the bigger the hole, the more extreme the pressure."

Marcel turned his head, he saw Bob, he was taking a piss at the head of the dragon.

"You ain't so tough now" Bob laughed at the dead dragon.

"Get out of there" Marcel ordered.

"Sure, but do you like what you see" Bob says with a flirty tone as he wriggles his manhood in Marcel's direction.

This caused Marcel and Mary to laugh, it was funny to look at.

Bob while wriggling suddenly slips on a small stone, his body fell on the dragon's head and instantly, his body became cold, turned gray and fell on the ground breaking into many pieces.

Marcel was dumbfounded, he and Mary stopped laughing, turns out the voice was right.

"I am sorry, Bob" Marcel mutters weakly.

The whole scenery changed immediately, they were now back in an area, it was lit with torches similar to the hallway but there was a difference, it had a six foot long altar.

An old woman with gray hair appeared, she was less than five feet tall, she smiled lightly.

"Congratulations, you have completed the challenges, now offer your sacrifice and you shall receive your reward" she says aloud.

Marcel stared at Mary, Mary showed a light smile.

"If this is what you want, then go ahead" Mary says sweetly.

Tears flood Marcel eyes as he recalls memories.

While Marcel was a child, he was antisocial and wasn't like the other, he preferred to study and experiment on people, animals and plants rather than playing, he saw all that as silly, his parents never showed him much love and affection but two people did, Mary and Antonio, at first, he shunned both of them convincing himself that they were irrelevant but no matter what, they always stood at his side and never left him.  Whenever he wanted to do something, she would ask him 'if this is what you want, then go ahead' and she would assist him, Antonio on the other hand just did whatever he wanted him to do silently.  When he told them he wanted to open his underground mafia business, they both supported him fully.  He lost Antonio when a girl ripped his heart out, now he will lose his only family relation who ever cared about him.

"NOOO!!" Marcel cried.

"There has to be another way."

"Trust me, there isn't, I have cancer, I am supposed to die in a few days, that's why I wanted to spend the last few days of my life with my little brother" Mary says as she strokes Marcel's face lightly.

Marcel was about to say something but Mary stops his lips with a touch of her ring finger.

"For someone so smart, you are surprisingly dumb."

Mary closed her eyes.

She recalled memories of her young brother.

Always so curious and heady, whenever he couldn't get something right, he always flared up, guess time in jail changed that, he could cut off someone's skin, and said he was looking for muscles when he was five, he knew everything about calculus at age seven, at first, he shunned her away but later they grew quite attached as she kept showing him love, all she cared about then was her younger brother, she could do anything for him, even now, she was so fond of him, handling his illegal business in various parts of the world.

"Little brother, I have always loved you" Mary smiled at him.

"As do I sis, as do I" Marcel ended crying, he carried his sister, with every step he took, the intensity of his sadness grew heavier, he dropped her on the altar.

"Dickson and that w***e, I swear, I will get you both for this." Marcel thought, he was fuming with rage.

"Am I supposed to cut open her belly?" Marcel mumbles out still crying.

"Nah, it's just the soul I need" the woman smiles sweetly at him

"It won't be painful to watch or for her to bear."

Mary's body begins to emit a glowing yellow light, it was a pleasurable sensation for her.

Not wanting to look at his sister, Marcel turned his attention at the woman

"The voice, I don't hear it, is it gone?"

"Ooh that, it's just part of the challenges, it's gone now" the woman explained.

"I am Ashun and not a god of hostility, just a form of publicity to get the power seekers to come here.  I am one of the three mistresses, we have been here since the dawn of time, specifically I am the mistress of plot, my ability as my name suggests is to write and rewrite any thing or any one as I see fit but sadly, my powers are greatly diminished as I have no soul to feed on from the last few years, the sacrifice behind this soul shall make up for it's scarcity as it emotions seem to fill me now even better than souls did in the past."

Turning towards Marcel, she sees the tears dropping from his eyes.

"You sister loves you very much, honor her memory."

Marcel simply shrugged.

Mary's body had vanished, in it's place was a small scimitar, it had a red handle and the blade was about fifteen metres large.

Ashun stops talking, there was a mild smile on her face.

"Take the weapon, it's yours" she says.

As soon as Marcel touches the hilt of the weapon, the entire area disappears, he was back in the rainforest with the scimitar in his hand, his knightly wear had disappeared, now he wore what he was wearing before he had even ventured into the challenge.

"Feels almost usele..." Before Marcel could finish his speech, he feels his body as if on fire, he was flooded with energy and strength like never before.

He crouched down to his feet, he feels his face, his scar was gone but that wasn't the only new development, the scimitar had disappeared.

The sensation he felt now was even greater and stronger than when he had the alpha-human abilities.

"I will avenge you, Sis and Antonio, I swear it" Marcel mutters out as he stands to his feet.