Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

Chapter Seven: Rebel, Girl

The question rang in Marsellus' ears, and many different thoughts sprang to life and muddling in his mind. It was a multitude of things to process: 





He could not have a normal life now.



His idol job was working for someone close to a warmonger.



And he was being hunted by them to utilize for combat-use. 

He did not want any of this, but he was now caught in the middle of a war that had gone for quite a while and was a lot bigger than he could probably ever be. 

What was to come from this? Siding with the enemy of these foes? Could they turn the tide? One seemed to infiltrate so effortlessly. "How could I help in a case like this? How could I even help? I hardly know how to do anything like this. I have only been able to do a few of these things, and those are only when I am close to death or pure instinctual. How do I control it? Because I do not want to exist forever having problems with this..."

Saturn looked at Marsellus and smiled, remembering the problems she had before. The struggles of not having any normalities in her life. Sometimes she would sneeze and begin to whip up a wind that just whirled about and cause mayhem. The children she went to school with teased and bullied her. People secluded her from them because of fear that something bad would happen around them. 

"We can help you. And before you know it, life will be so much more fun and in control." She held up a hand. And before Marsellus could comprehend what was going on, there appeared particles of metal and a few scraps of machine. Condensed into small marble-like balls, they rushed forth around Marsellus and dodging around him to shoot through the wall. Screams were heard with a gunshot-like noise of metal upon metal. 

Marsellus gaped for a moment and checked himself, seeing he was still alive, he looked back to assess the damage to the wall and saw for a glimpse of a moment, three targets down. Guards, shot and looking to be out of the game. And with the flick of a wrist. He looked back at her in astonishment and thought to himself, 'This could be it. The control to keep myself in check perhaps.' 

"You have to learn control before you use this power. It takes keen visualizing, a lot of your willpower, and a lot of focus. Influence around you and shape the world in your mind." She said with yet another hand held up, three more metal balls appearing before she mentally shot them behind her through a wall once more. Yet another scream was heard as she giggled. 





'Yeah, a little crazy but she seems nice.'

And Marsellus closed his eyes. He focused, remembering the scene that he had just witnessed. Felt the presence of the rooms soaring around him. He practically felt the presence of all within the tower heading up. And so he felt a hand wave up for more reinforcements ahead. "I think we got company, Saturn." There seemed a bit of alarm on her face but for a fleeting moment before she grinned and shot another set of metal balls toward the wall again. Over and over, peppering the walls with shots that seemed to either incapacitate or injure the patrol. Once they got to the top, there was a bell ding that marked the end of their trip. Marsellus walked out of the platform and turned around at a rather large chamber that made way for double doors at the far end. Below their catwalk, gears clinked as large and small gears went to work and tangled in a dance of metal with pipes. And then there was a beautiful view of the night sky as there was a large dome of glass expanding for approximately a hundred yards. This was one of the places Marsellus had seen in magazines and had wanted to see for himself.

Saturn rushed past him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him a bit across the catwalk. "Yeah yeah, I know, he makes some really theatric and cliche complexes. Dr. Calico is one for the dramatic." All the while Marsellus resisted a bit to stay and marvel at the large machination around him. Finally exiting the doors, it came to a small room with stairs leading upward. Every step echoed as they ascended, higher and higher up before reaching a door to the roof. The sounds of whirling propellers was heard coming from above. Saturn threw the door open with a blast of her psychic energy and the sound made a loud crescendo as they approached closer and closer to the roof. Inside the chopper were two people in the pilot and co-pilot seat. 

"Come on!," The Pilot said as he called them to the back seat. "We gotta get outta here before we run into Carlisle! That blast before was only going to hold him off for a minute or two." Marsellus and Saturn quickly got into the back and strapped themselves into their seats. But just as they were ascending to take off, a series of heavy footsteps traced back to the door revealed Carlisle in a now smoldering suit and carrying a large machine. Obviously it had to be a weapon, and one that looked like it could shoot a laser to boot, perched over his left shoulder. 





Flipping it off to an aiming position, he held onto it with both hands and pointed it to the chopper. 'Yeah. Guess he could get more scary looking.' Marsellus thought to himself as he watched The Behemoth pull the trigger. And Marsellus rushed his body forward, hoping to get hit by the beam instead of whom it was originally aimed for: Saturn. Closing his eyes, he braced for the impact.

Saturn sat in astonishment as she saw Marsellus rush in front of the laser, only for it to collide with a wall. One of the terms they used for their defensive psychic powers. It was a wall of physic energy used to stop outside influences, both physical and mental. But Saturn had never seen something of this magnitude before. The laser rushed at them, and as it hit his wall, it split in half downward and up to the skies above. None could touch them, and Marsellus was not even aware of the power he was generating to make such a thing... He was practically oblivious. It had her dumbfounded for a moment before her smile shined through.

The chopper began to pull away as the gun stopped firing, overheated most likely. Marsellus had endured the entirety of the blast all alone, without any help, and without any training. He indeed had some crazy skills, and she would be honored to help someone like this prodigal genius. Then, as Marsellus fell back in his seat unconscious, she brushed a lock of his hair out of his face. "Marsellus Gustov, I will help you control this great power you possess. Welcome to The Halo Organization..."