Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190728165411/@comment-32273133-20190731144212

Oganesson, however, is having a great day. He appears  in front of Micah and the mercenaries in the other room.

"Hello."

Micah stops breathing.

"How have you been, my son?"

"You're-you're not-"

"That's enough," Oganesson waves him off. Micah flinches, cowering. "We have more important things to do. Starting with you following my instructions again."

"No," Micah says. "No no no no."

"Ready to say hello to the other you again? Personally I like him better. He's not as twitchy."

"Please," Micah begs. "Please don't, please don't make me-"

“XE.”

Micah’s body jerks. Hanoi and Korin drop him, like they've been burned.

“Fifty four.”

“Run,” Micah warns. “Get away from me. Get as far away as you can.” He’s getting more lucid, but the hard look of his eyes isn’t all that reassuring.

“One thirty-one.”

“Get away,” Micah repeats. “Get away.”

“Two. Eight. Eighteen.”

Micah’s head jerks back, and he howls in pain.

“Eighteen. Eight.”

Micah freezes. Oganesson laughs.

“XE, stand.”

Micah stands up.

“XE, kneel.”

Micah kneels.

“XE, tell me who you’re loyal to.”

“I am loyal to you and only you, father,” Micah’s voice is robotic.

“Excellent,” Oganesson rubs his hands together. “We’re going to play a game today, XE. You’ll love it. See the people with targets over their heads?” A glowing, purple rune—a combination of an X and an E—hovers over Delphi, Min-Jin, Hanoi, and Korin’s heads. “Take ‘em out. And report to me when you’re done,” He smirks. “I have to go supervise a re-corruption. Go ahead.”

He leaves the room, headed to make sure Senshei doesn't interrupt.

Micah draws two long knives. His face expressionless, he turns to Min-Jin and attacks.