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Cain and Abel Twist.  

Chapter 1

On the eve of Halloween, a strange man came into the town of Littlesburg, population 2400, dressed all in red. He stood out of place with the community. The men and women on the street looked after him in awe and severs stern. How could a man of his type be allowed to walk the streets, they all thought? As the day went on and he walked and walked, never stopping to rest, the children would start to follow him. AS the school’s let out, even more children would follow him. Pretty soon, the adult in the city were also following him to see what he would do next. All of a sudden, thirteen hours after he arrived, he stopped dead in his tracks, turned around, and calmly stated with complete cool and reserve, “Where, by any chance, do you keep the locked up criminals?”

            The people were dumbfounded, did this man not know what a place like that was called. One brave little girl, tugging on the mans long, red leather trench coat said, “Mista, that’s calls a pwisen.” The man looked at the child, patted her on the head and looked back into the crowed. Spotted a little boy, about the age of 12 or 13, and locked eyes with him. “You, boy, take me to this prison. You will be greatly rewarded." With that he started to walk away, obdeintly, the boy followed and pretty soon they were out of town. The little girl started to cry, the people looked at her and all asked “What’s wrong Jujus?” the little girl looked at the man, “He didn’t gives me nose gifs for da helf.” Just then, a little stuffed bear appeared in front of her, she took it and ran home, giggling all the way.

            Well into the night the man in red and the boy kept walking towards the state prison, which was 1200 miles away. Every once and a while the man would look back and see the boy stumbling along and looking very tired. As soon as the man spoke, the boy jumped like he heard a gunshot. “Would you like to rest, we can continue this tomorrow if you like. I’ll keep watch.” The boy could not speak. He never heard of any of this guy’s kind being as nice as he was. "He must be a fluke," the boy thought to himself. He looked at him and calmly asked, as if to a friend, “You’re one of them aren’t you?” The man looked at the boy, slowly pulled up his sleeve and explained to the boy his story. This, the boy stayed up for. The man started to tell his story.

            “Back in the eleven hundreds, a man by the name of Hugh de Payne, along with eight men went to the Pope and the King of England to propose starting a band of knights to protect weary travelers going through a pilgrimage through the Holy Land. Three years before there disbandment, Hugh had a dream, his dream showed his children having a grand life. On of these children was a bad seed and tried to convert the others to do bad things as well.

            “From then on, all of the offspring from this child became evil from birth. My father was a descendent of this evil child. He had two sons, both twins. One was mean hearted and hated his brother, the other was as kind as can be. Our father taught us to use broad swords and how to defend us from our enemies. I am the good son, my brother, who is in prison around here, is the bad son.

            “Before we went our ways, the last test we had to endure was a trial of fire. Our father had two white-hot crosses, one for each of us. My brother went first. My father brought the cross to his skin, my brother not flinching, and seared it into his arm. After this was done, it was my turn. The same thing happened to me, but with a side effect. As soon as the piece of iron hit my skin, my body sucked it in.

            “My family was astounded. After it was completely inside my arm, a large cut started to appear. Out of that cut came a sword. My brother’s came out after mine, but more painfully. My father looked in awe; we were the reincarnated forms of ancestor, Hugh de Paine. My brother went and started an evil clan of knights called the Roses Thorn. Where as I reinstated the Knights Templar, the clan Hugh created. So when you ask ‘Are you one of those guys?’ the answer is yes, but I am also their leader.”

            After the story was finished the boy could not believe what he had heard. “So, you are going to rescue your brother, and make the world a better place to live, right?”

All the man said was “No. I have stopped fighting for reasons only I know. He challenged me to a battle, he said the he was the one who did the thing that made me stop fighting and protecting the innocent. I have to repay the debt he caused me to carry. I must go, and I must destroy him. Now, You must get some sleep. Take my coat and use it as a blanket.”

“One more question before I sleep, what’s your name?”

“Cain.”

                       ****

            The sun came up late the next day. Cain, ssitting on a nearby rock was watching the road for any unwary stragglers. The boy woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and very scared. Looking for Cain, he gave a sigh of relief. “I thought you were all a dream. How’d you sleep?”

“When one is one a mission like this, he puts sleep behind him. All Knights are required to stay awake through out their entire training session. After, they can sleep all they want for the next week. By then, the body is used to the demand of the mind wanting to sleep that it puts that need on hold for as long as need be. I have not slept for the past two months. I have felt no urges to close my eyes. If you are hungry, in the pocket there should be some food. Eat to your hearts content, the other pocket has a flask of water. Then we must really be going.”

As the boy ate, he tried o contemplate al he had heard last night. “Just think, I am going on an adventure with the creator of the Knights Templar. Wait till the guys back home hear about this.” He looked back at Cain and with a smile on got up, gave him back his coat and they started to walk. “You know,” said the boy, “you never asked me my name. It is very rude to do that.” The man looked back at the boy who stopped to say this. “I did not ask you your name, for if anything should happen to you, and we became friends, it would seriously hinder the reason why I am having to fight Able. But if you wish, what is your name?”

“You see' my parents were hippies. When I was born, the parents were giving all the kids a funky name;' I was stuck with a name like Peter. Not to good, with a town full of  ‘Rivers’ or ‘Phoenix’ or the ever popular ‘Videl’. I was stuck with a name like Peter. I asked my parents this and they told me that they were trying to set an example of the other parents. They felt that a name like Peter was a good chance to show their independence. They were not followers. They had their own ideas about naming a child.”

            They started to walk a little faster since the wind started to blow cold. Out of the corner of his eye, Cain saw something that made him break out in a trot. “Peter, if you value your life, you will hide behind those rocks and just peek over. Five Point, my brothers number one minon is about to attack.”

Peter was about to talk back, and for the first time saw the true side of Cain. “DON’T ASK QUESTIONS. DO IT KNOW!” with that, Peter jumped over the big pile of rocks and stuck his eyes over the top to watch his first, live battle. He thought to himself “What I would give to have Ronny here to see this. To bad he died.”

“Five Point, I know you are out here. Show yourself, or I will make you by force.” With that said, Cain stretched out his arm and out of it shot a bright sword. It was made of the strongest metal not known to man. Halo metal, the stuff angles used to make their weapons to fight with.  Being the descendant of Hugh de Payne, he sent his descendant a sword of the utmost power.

            As soon as the sword was out, a bright light came over Cain, appearing to go into his body, and out the other side. What was happening was the start of a battle. The light was bringing out Cain’s ‘Holy Armor’. Made from the same stuff as his sword. No shield was needed. He was the best of the best of the best. Just then a man appeared from out of nowhere. He looked so old, all hunched over and troll like. “So, you have come to avenge the death of your wife. To be honest, I did not think you would come, seeing as how you vowed to never fight until you met the man who took her from you.”

 Five Point was Abel’s second in command. Everything he did was for the good of the team. But with his master gone, he was left to his own desire. If Able could see him know, all tough and boastful.

“It was I who put your brother in jail for this murder. He gave me the order to kill her. Her heart tasted so sweet. I wonder if yours is bitter with hate for your brother.”

With that, a huge ax came shooting out of his back. He jumped up and as he was going higher and higher, a dark red light was bringing out his armor. He landed with a thud, stood in his hunched over form. “I’ll tell you what. If you win, I will tell you the truth of who killed her. If I win, you give me the boy. We still lose our hearts to the other but we get what we want. Sound good?” He charged with all his might, but Cain stepped out of the way. “You know I will win…"

They fought, and they fought hard. It seemed as if both heaven and hell were cheering on the fighters. The clash of their weapons was enough to deafen anyone in the area. Poor Peter, all he could do was cover his ears, but it did not help much. The sound still hurt him. Minutes that felt like hours went by, the only one tiring out was Five Point. All he could do was block; he never even landed a blow. Cain just kept going, channeling his anger for this demon into every blow he landed, which was most of them.

True, he wasn’t as fast as Five Point, but he was stronger and he was smarter, and he was well better trained. Cain suddenly stopped, looked at Five Point, and suddenly smiled. “I’ll let you go, but you must tell me why she was killed. Why was Jorien killed just to make me stop fighting?” Five Point looked back and smiled. “The day I tell you is the day we meet in hell!” With that, Five Point went in for one last blow, but Cain was ready. He ducked and rolled out of the way in time to dodge the jumping ax attack. As soon as Five point landed, Cain was all over him. With one mighty blow, he brought his sword into the heart of his opponent. Ripping it out and beating it in his hands, he kept Five Point alive. “I won. Now, why did Able want her dead?” With rasping breaths, Five Point looked at Cain in total disgust. “He had her killed so to make you angry. As you know, if a Knight Templar is to get mad over a death, and he allows it to take hold of his heart, he will become one of us. Able was hoping to use your swords to fuse together and create the ultimate weapon. The warrior was to be the key to releasing total hell on the population on Earth. Now, finish me off. It is you duty as the victor to send my life to the great divide.”

“And what if I do not want to. What if I give your heart to my brother? HE can do whatever he wants to you when he finds out that I beat you. You, his best warrior. You, the one he felt was his brother even more that myself. What would you do then?”

“Bu…but the rules of combat state that you must do it! Everyone knows that.”

"I konw what the rules of combat are, I wrote them. Do not talk to me about them. You know, I wonder..."

            Cain turned to look at Peter. He was on the rock, looking at the man in pity. Looking at the heart in his hands, Cain squeezed it harder and harder. Five Point, each time, would inhale very, very quickly. Realizing he saw it in the boy for the first time, Cain walked over to Peter. “Tell you what,” said Cain “I’ll let you decide what we should do with him. Either send him to the after life, of give his beating heart to my brother. What do you think?” Peter looked at Cain in total disgust. But looking at Five point, he realized that he was in pain. And seeing the heart in Cain’s hand was enough to make anyone sick. “Send him to his resting place. It would be better to let him die in peace, than to let him live in agony.” Cain laughed at the answer with all he could muster. It wasn’t a mock laugh, but a deep roll from the gut. “You realize that if you were in his position and it was my brother giving him the option of choosing. He would let you live, but keep the heart for him self and use it for his advantage of beating you every single time. But if you wish to let him go on, out of pity, why don’t you do it. You might get a little something out of it.”

            Peter did not know what Cain meant, but he soon found out. Cain put the heart into his hand and said one word. “Bite.” Peter did not know what he meant but he soon got it. Cain pantomimed taking a bite out of the heart. Peter was almost disgusted by the idea of eating a bite of a beating heart. He looked at Five Point, and to his amazement, he was smiling. “He can’t do it. Know one of his level has ever freed a soul. Plus he is too young. Is he even a trainee?” Peter felt like crying. How could he expect Cain to understand the problem of doing this? Cain was the founder of the Knight Templars. He did this even before the rules were set down. Before any other Knights were chosen. He was the first one to do it. And know he expected Peter to send this mans soul to the after earth, and receive a reward for doing it. “Let me tell you a story, Peter. Before the Templars even began, I was a lone warrior. Nobody could stand in my way. I fought countless battles, but always let the fallen go. Nothing could make me do what you have to do know. But than one day, a young man came to me. He asked if I could train him as a knight. I said yes, and we became the best of friends.

“One day, as we were going on a hike in the mountains, one of my brother’s weaker minions came and challenged him to a battle, winner gets to keep the weapon of the opponent. With that, they went at it like dogs in heat. They were equal in every way, escept one. My brother’s underling had more experience. He could counter every move my friend was laying on him. In turn, my friend was doing the same to the best of his ability. Countering every move he could. That is when it happened. My friend put the man on the ground, he said ‘There, I have won. You must know forfeit your weapon to me as stated by the challenge.’ But the man had no intention of doing this. In one fluid movement, he drove his sword into the chest of my friend. Ripped out his heart, and released his soul. He got every thing that made my first himself. When a knight from either side eats a piece of the opponet's heart, they get their strength, their weakness, and even sometimes their weapon. This made me very angry. I had to teach this man a thing or two about messing with a true friend. He did not even see it coming. I took that first bite of his heart, and could feel nothing but pain as the man was slowly pulled under the earth by hands not seen by man. I went over to the body of my friend. He had one last thing to say to me before he died. He said ‘Don’t let the hatred of my death burden you any more than it should. Think of it as a different battle. Find my son; teach him to be a Knight Templar. Do this for me.’ And with that, he was slowly lifted into the sky by wings he had freshly grown. I have been looking for his son ever since. I started the Knighthood to see if he would come. He never came. So, you see, without releasing his soul thru his heart, he will never die, and come again and again at you with all of his might. Now please, take a bite from his heart. End his pain. Send him to his heaven, which is anothers hell.”

            With those words in mind, Peter brought the still beating heart to his lips. Looked at Five Point, and before he could do anything, Five Point was on him faster than white on rice. “Now I know that you would let nothing happen to this boy. So if you want him to stay alive, you must give me your heart. And, as an after thought, your sword.” Peter knew what to do. The heart was still in his hands. He kicked Five Point in the jewels, and bit into the heart as he fell down. He chewed, and he swallowed. Five Point could not believe it could happen. A mere boy took his soul for himself. He started to feel a sinking sensation and realized he was going down into the bowls of the earth. “Where did he go?” asked Peter.

“He will go to the place all warriors go. To the afterlife. He will go to his view of heaven, which is one moans view of hell. You did well. Look at your arm. You have the mark of Cain. That cross in your arm means you were destined to become a Knight Templar. You have it in you to be a great warrior. All you have to do is continue on the path of your life, make the right decisions, and make sure you leave all temptation behind.”

“You mean I am one of you. How, I have had no family become a Knight Templar.”

“Strange, than how were you chosen?”

****

That night, the reply given to him by Peter bothered Cain. In order to be a Knight Templar, a past relative, no matter how distant had to be one before you. And only one person from each family could be in it. “So how can Peter be a Knight Templar, when no one from his family was chosen before him. So, he should not be able to enter knighthood. What if a person from his family did join, died, and without them knowing, joined. That could be a reason for this to happen.”

            As night soon turned to day, it had been two months since Cain slept. He started to feel it. The longest any Knight slept was twenty-nine days. The amount of will taken to do this stunt had to be enormous on the mind. Yet, he has had no visions of what to come next. No hallucinations, and no bizarre outbursts of any kind. But Cain’s will was stronger than any other.

            Peter awoke from a bad dream. Breathing hard, trying to recall the dream, and surprisingly with ease. Cain saw him, and asked him about his dream. “Well, I was walking along a beach, minding my own business. Along came that man, the one you called Five Point, demanding to know who I was and why I was with you. Than he demanded to have his ax back to he may come after you in your dreams. I told him no, but he kept persisting on having it.

“He started to come after me, so I ran. But no matter how fast I ran, the closer I got. He jumped on my back and starting to rip open my skin. He yelled out in anger and stormed off. Thinking you might have it, he told me to tell you the next time you slept, he would take you heart, and get his life back.”

            Cain looked plain faced, but his eyes shone terror. He got up, “Were leaving in an hour. DO NOT think about your dream, it will only make your head hurt more and more. What you had was a vision. I never had one, for Hugh gave me my Sword. It is said that once taken from evil, the weapon and armor will try to turn you to evil. Try to fight it as long as you can. Tonight, I will start your training. You will not sleep, for that is when it is at it’s strongest. You must force your mind not to think about.

“Now, how far are we to getting to the prison?”

“About another couple of days should get us there. Can I ask what you will do once we get there?”

“I’ll find Able, and firth him to the death, or release him, I have yet to decide. But you must promise me, that you will in no way help me at all. No matter how much pain I am put through, you must not help me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

            They continued to walk on and on, not talking much, but still held the well-known fact that Five Point, and his spirit weapon connected them. More and more, they walked, stopping only to eat the bits of food that seemed to fill the pockets of Cain’s over coat. No matter how much they ate, it would be full by the next mealtime.

            The sun soon set, and darkness was once again king of the land. “Now, in order to keep you awake so as not to let Five Point enter your dreams and kill you, for I have seen this myself once ago. Let us start by willing our weapon from coming out of your flesh.”

“What does the weapon represent?” asked Peter.

“The weapon is a sign of you spirit. It tells you what kind of person you are, and how you can use that weapon for god or evil. Mine is the sword. It can be used for either side, and is learned through out the Knighthood. It is the weapon of chose for new comers. But, not every one can master it. The sword is the most elegant of all weapons. It can do things only imagined by mortals. And once you mastered it, nothing but pure knowledge and arrogance can get in you r way of a defeat.

“ Other weapons can be used just as well as the sword. They can magnify the attribute given to you that you most represent. Take Five Point for example. He had an ax. This tells us that he relied more on speed and attacking. He was clumsy when using it, for he did not have the knowledge of how to wield it properly. But nonetheless, he was still good. Yet still easily beaten.

“Know, no more questions, we have wasted enough time about this. You are afraid, I understand. Will it hurt when it comes out? What if I get a bad one? Why me? These are all good questions, but they need to be answered in due time. Now, think of the skill you are best at. That will determine you spirit weapon. Concentrate, you will be rewarded by the weapon, and armor, it deems fit.”

            Peter tried for all his might, but still had one question on his mind, “How could I be a Knight? I have had no family enter the Knighthood, unless my father joined. But I did not know my father. That could be it, it could have been my father!” with that, the knowing that his father, who he did not know, was a knight he let go of all inhibitions, he let his weapon appear in his mind. A beautiful sword, that when challenged by another, would grow two more blades, enabling him to be even fiercer than any other Knight in the Templar order, giving him an advantage. A truly unseen sword, except by one man.

With that in mind, he forced it to come out of his body. It hurt trying to do this, but he knew it would hurt only once. And once it cam out, he would be able to get along with his training. And soon his armor. His arm started to hurt, giving him an almost unbearable pain. Letting go of the scream he was holding in for the longest time he let it let loose. Throwing out his sword, it came out in the same place that Cain’s came out. Through his forearm.

Cain was startled. He had only seen one weapon like the one peter was holding. It shined like the newborn sun on a day of peace. Could this be his first’s son? The resemblance was uncanny. But his first died more than fifty years ago. Peter passed out from the effort of removing his spirit weapon from his soul. Cain had no choice but to wake up Peter, to ask him what he already knew.

Slowly, as if coming out of a dream, he was in the presence of a hatred so powerful, it made him want to run and hide. “I see you have awakened. It is about time. Let me tell you something. You will never be able to take the training Cain is offering you. It is long and harsh. No one, who has trained under him, has stayed sane for longer than four months. What makes you any different?” It was Five Point. Leering down on him, Peter got up off of the floor. “Did I not tell you I would come back to haunt you. Answer the question, what makes you think you are any different?”

“None of my family has ever been a member of the Knights Templar. It chose me to be the first.” While saying this, Peter tried to get his weapon out, but could not do it. “Do not bother, in this world, no man can get to his spirit, for he is his spirit. This is the land of the dead. Once a soul is brought into this land, no person is free to go. You are now dead.” All of a sudden, a bright flash of light blinded Peter and Five Point. A man dressed all in red appeared. “Cain!” Peter exclaimed, but to no avail, the man standing where Peter thought Cain was, was not Cain.

            The man went over to Five Point, and hit him upside the head. “You fool, how dare you bring this child into this plane. You have upset the balance of the world. No living soul may enter the dark place you have made this place to be. So what if you do not have your weapon, you are still a warrior. Get off the track you are on and leave for the heaven of warriors. You will get back your damn ax after you enter there.” Five Point was stunned. He thought his master was here to praise him. But instead, all the master did was call him an idiot and told him never to be seen by the living again.

            “Child, Peter, you are the only one who can guide my brother to his destination. You are the key to fulfilling his fait, as well as mine. It is in your hands what happens in the last battle between two brothers who must fight forever, even in death. Go now, you will be returned. I will take care of Five Point.”

            Peter was awakened after he came back to the living. Cain was over him, dabbing a damp rag on his head. “You fell asleep, I did not want to wake you. I am pleased to see my brother did not in any way harm you. Whatever he told you, do not tell me. I will find out when I battle with him soon enough.” Cain got off the ground, and sat on a nearby rock. “If you are ready to begin with the questions, or you training, you may do so whenever you like.”

            Peter thought for a moment, “How did you know it was your brother who saved me from Five Point?” Cain laughed at this for a moment, almost hurting Peters feelings. Cain thought for a moment, “The best way I can think of for telling you is the fact that we are connected. You see, we were not born twins. We were created. When we were born, we were one person, one body, and one soul. Our father, who like I said was pure evil, appreciated this. He did not want two sons fouling his plans up.

“So our father trained us, the one body form, the evil and god fighting techniques of using a sword. He was brilliant. After the training was done, we set out to find ourselves. Our father tried to stop us, he knew what was going to happen, and he did not want it, but he had no choice. It was fate the started us on our journey. After months of traveling the world over, a man with two scars confronted us. He saw the abilities we had in the one body. Both good and evil. He split us apart, ripped our soul into two. One pure good, one pure evil. We did not understand until he told us who he was. He was a lost soul of one of the original nine Knights Templar.

“ Never dying, and yet, never living. He was sent by Hugh to split us into two. They’re by saving the world from total destruction. Our body was the last to come in a new world. Once spilt apart the up above’s, that is my name for the people he guard us and lead our lives, they had to wait for another like us.

“With the world saved, our father was angered by this. He wanted to die, to be reborn in a world of his own making. He was chosen to create this world. So you see, being of one body, we are connected in many ways. I knew he was helping you because I felt his presence in you. Only he could have really saved you. I could have, but must stay awake. I knew he would save you because he believes he needs you.”

            Peter thought about this for a long time. It made him hurt his head. How could an evil being spare the life of a child who is with his brother? Why could any one of his nature be involved in any form of nicety. “Why do you think he wanted me saved? I mean Five Point wanted you two to fuse, but do you think I am the key for this? Do you think he wants to kill me first after he fuses with you?”

“I do not know what he is thinking. All I know is that he needs you and me for something big and something big is what he will have if any thing he wants turns out to happen.”

“But what is he wanting with the both of us I wonder. Any who, the prison is only about four hours away. Once over that hill, you will be able to see it. It is a huge castle like thing that no can stop thinking about,” said Peter.

            Cain and Peter started to walk along at a slow crawl. Cain wanted to give Peter enough time to practice his expulsion of his sword while moving. As son as they got to person seeing distance, Peter could expel his sword with the slightest thought. Cain was very impressed. He had never seen a child like him. Being able to master the weapon was one thing, but actually using it the first time it was drawn was amazing. He even needed practice, but Peter knew how to use it. It was incredible.

****

            The guard at the front of the gate was shocked to see what was before him. A man dressed all in red, with a boy was walking toward the prison. “Gees, why do I get all the freaks when I’m on duty? I am a nice person, I do things when I am told to do them, so why is it I get all the freak shows?” The guard stepped out of his box and halted them upon reaching the gate. “Please state the nature of your visit.” Upon hearing this, Cain looked at Peter. Peter knew what to do. Since being outside of this plane, Cain had now idea what he should do. So Peter had to speak for him. “We are looking for a man who looks like my father here. He is inside of this prison. His name is Abel. Do you know if he is still here?” The guard could not believe it. If it was true, and this man was Abel’s brother, than he must be just as bad as Abel is, if not worse. And this boy, who was his nephew, could he be like the two of them.

            Cain saw the fear in the guard’s eyes. He had to do something fast. “I would like to see my brother about family matters. Our mother is dying, and since he was always her favorite, I would like him to write her a letter. I have heard that you do not allow your prisoners to use the phone at any time. So since that is out of the question, I would like him to write to her.” The guard bought this. But looking at the boy he had a scary thought. “Not many people come to visit. And the inmates like to gather around a person once inside, almost smothering them as they walk to the door. We have had to call guards to help the people inside. If you will wait here, I will call two guards to help you to the door. But I must insist that the boy remain here. He could get hurt none the less.”

“That is out of the question,” Cain said. “The boy uncle is also his god father. He would like to see the man one last time. Plus no guards will be needed. I can take care of myself, and if you do not believe me, I will show you just how good I am at protecting myself, if you like, of course.”

****

            Abel saw them from the window of his cell. In due time, he will be one with his brother. And nothing they could do could stop him from doing it, not even the kid. The son of Cain’s first. Smiling, he could almost see himself, and the look of horror in his eyes as they were fused into one being once more.

****

Once inside, the inmates started making their way slowly towards Cain and Peter. But once seeing Cain, they stopped. They had heard stories about this man, and here he was, strolling thru the courtyard with a little boy who they all wanted to talk with. To tell their story to. To have him help them in any way shape or form. But seeing Cain was enough to make anybody stop dead in their tracks.

            Oh the stories they heard, and just the sight of him was enough to make them believe every one of them. But they still kept coming, slowly and slowly closer. But just as they were about to pounce in them, a sword shot out of Cain’s hand. They knew from that moment that the stories were true. That this man was Abel, and he was here to kill them all. They backed off at a fast pace, only to have the little boy look around, spot one of them, wave, and move on.

Cain saw this and asked him why he waved to on of them. “Well, my brother is in here, and I saw him. He has not seen me for awhile, and thought it would make his day if he knew I knew who he was in this dark hell hole.” Cain also this was a good idea.  “How long has your brother been in this place?” Peter thought about this for a minute, as they reached the door, a guard ushered them in before he could answer.

“You are to talk to no locked up prisoners. The only person you are allowed to talk to is your brother. The kid may be present, but is not allowed to speak with him at all; it will detour from the business. To answer the question you are about to ask, yes, I am a follower of him. I am the only one in this place, and soon to be the last. Once he is done with you, I will be able to return to my family.”

The guard, after seeing them through the door where he said all this showed them to the room, a gym at best, where Abel was. The guard left them, and locked the door from the outside, than another lock was locked on the only other door. The guard must be outside, warning off any passerby.

Abel looked as clean cut as ever. Still wearing the all red garb that Cain wore, but Abel’s was a bit classier. More clean cut, and tidy. Cain’s was dusty and worn from the travels he had in the last few days. As Peter looked at the two men, he noticed that Cain was not pleased to see this man at all. In fact, he looked like he could kill him at any moment. Right now, he wished he had worked on getting his armor out of himself. Just for protection.

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Abel was delighted to see his brother once more. The last time they saw each other was at Cain’s wedding. He was about to make a funny, but remembered the truce he had with Cain. He did not want to ruin the happiness he had for Cain. Getting married to their High School crush was enough to make him even happy but a little jealous. Thinking of Jorien made him feel as if he were going to die then and there. But he knew better than that. He had her killed. He wanted to refuse with the idiot that was before him. He wanted to destroy the world that he loathed so mush. The only problem was getting him to agree.

But he had a plan as always. He knew Cain could sense what he was thinking, but not sure if he believed it or not. But just the hatred pulsing off of Cain was enough to make Abel smile. He knew he had done it. By killing his wife, Abel was able to make Cain battle once more. This time to the death. And he was happy with that. If his plan failed, than they would remain in their current state for the rest of their natural lives. The only way they would fuse would be to die, but that was not an option.

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Cain felt that in order to defeat this evil man would be to die, but right now, that was not an option. He had to take care of Peter; Peter was the only thing keeping him alive. Cain realized that he was his first’s son after coming back from the world where Abel saved Peter. The only other person who could have entered that place was this boy’s father, and he realized that he had completed his friend’s last request. But the boy still needed more training. He needed to call his armor at any moment, and they had yet to practice with his weapon. What side would get Peter if Cain died right now?

“Well, why not get started with it. If you feel that you can fuse with me, why not do it now? Why wait? I would like to see if you really have the means to do it.” With that said, Cain released his sword, the strongest in the world, next to his brothers, out from its prison. A great ripping sound came with it as his fore arm ripped to let it come out. A huge pool of blood was at his feet, and he would keep bleeding only until his sword was replanted back into his arm.

            Cain could not stand looking at the thing in front of him. How could a person so kind on the outside me cruel and evil on the inside. “Before we start, I want to know why you helped Peter against Five Point in the zone?” Abel, at the sound of the question knew exotically how to handle the question. “Well, you see, I need the boy in order to start the knew race of Knights. He will be the first in a long line to fall to my, no, our power. Just like his father did to yours. Your power to draw people to your side is remarkable. Not even I could draw the number who want to be one of you. Peter here will be the first recruit to ever follow the person who will soon destroy the world.

“So, you see, I have to be rejoined with you. It is the will of the all mighty on both sides for this to happen. What our ancestor had that man do to us. He divided us so the world would not be destroyed. How selfish do you think that is.” With that said, Abel shot his own sword from his arm. The same arm as Cain uses. The two swords were almost identical. The only difference was the pummel. On Cain’s pummel, the cross was carved out. It was an exact sword used in the crusades. Abel’s pummel had a raised cross on his.

“You see, even you got to keep our original sword. I got a cheap knockoff.” At the feet of Abel, blood ran as black as the night. This too would only stop when the sword was replanted back inside the arm. The two men would not die, for they had been chosen to be the weapon of God. They were to live as long as they could. “Now, no more questions. We are here to rejoin and for you to get revenge on the wife you loved so much that when she died you stopped believing in all that is good and evil. Shall we begin.” Abel took the offense, brought his sword out in front of him and his left hand behind him. Cain turned to Peter and whispered something in his ear. Peter knew exactly what to do. With all hi might, he brought out his own sword and handed it over to Cain who in return gave his to Peter. Peter put Cain’s sword in both hands and walked ten paces backwards, keeping both eyes locked on Abel to see if he knew what was going on.

“I know it was you who killed my first, even though you were in disguise. This is his sword. I now call him to avenge his death. Parker, come to us. Your bout of grieving is over. Here and now is you killer. Avenge you death in the way only you can. Your son is behind you all the way. He was given your sword. Take it, and redie an honorable death. Let you son see how great you were. Parker here and know is your only chance to do this. PARKER, HERE AND NOW!”