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I watch the man climb to his feet and the pain in his gaze surprises me. He truly cared for the cancer and the lives of the parasites who fed on the weakness it created? My eyes narrow as his lock on my face and I feel a surge of pride that I had stopped his attempts to free the cancer and bring it back to the surface. He starts to move towards me and I raise my hand, turning the air around him into a solid except for in front of his mouth so he can breathe.

As he questions me I look him in the eyes and take a step closer. What have I done? I have begun to heal the World, and destroyed a piece of the cancer that gnaws at it. He is a servant of the cancer and the parasites, he must know my task. So why does he ask if not to trap me. Even in disgust I acknowledge the cleverness of the infection, it shapes its weapons well. He will not trap me. Yet he is beloved by the World despite his true nature. I can set my own trap.

 I lean closer as if we are intimate and whisper in his ear as I hold his body in place, “I have healed this land and exorcised the cancer you serve as you well know.”

Icon is stunned by his sudden inability to move. He strains against the invisible chains that hold him in place, to no avail. Even as the woman leaned into him, and softly whispered into his ear, he struggled. Unable to free himself even as her words were burned into his mind.

[i]Healed this land?[/i] he thought to himself, his rage building within him, threatening o boil over. [i]She’s insane.[/i] 

[b]”You murdered those people. Families, children. And for what?!”[/b] he demanded angrily, still struggling to free himself from the woman’s thrall. 

I raise a single brow incredulously as he claims that I have committed murder. He makes a great pawn and I can see why the infection chose him. He pretends to fight for the world even as he protects the cancer that eats away at it. The people who died so parasites and the nodes of cancer could be exorcised were offered a merciful death. They lived among the cancer and would have fallen prey to it if they had lived. 

“The World is sick and slowly dying. A cancer and the parasites that feed on suffering and pain have spread unchecked for too long. I have exorcised the cancer and slain the parasites here.” I still whisper and add another layer to the solid air around the servant of the infection. “I have brought the dead a mercy for they have not died in vain.”

Icon feels his rage threaten to reach a fever pitch, yet he is unable to do anything about it. Still bound by this madwoman’s power, he is unable to move. He continued to strain, to fight against his binds, but the struggle appeared to be futile.

[b]”The world isn’t perfect. It has its problems, I think we can both agree on that. But this isn’t the way to change that. You can’t just kill wantonly like this.”[/b] he said, pleading with the woman. [b]People are generally good. You have to give them a chance. What you’ve done is murder for the sake of murder. Nothing more.”[/b]

I frown and shake my head at his statement. He still claims that he does his work for the good of the World as he protects the infection. I see him for what he is, the weapon of the infection and a servant of the cancer and the parasites. All I have told him has been truth and he has continued to lie. “Tell me this place was not infested by parasites, a cancer of decay and a festering sore in the World. Tell me this park is not fairer.”

I notice that a crowd has gathered and I know that my trap will work now. A smile flickers onto my lips and I reshape the air that holds the servant of the infection to cover his mouth but not his nose. The invisible cage makes it look we are just talking and I whisper to him one final time. “They will turn against you. The cancer and the parasites will only value you while you serve them.”

Then I turn to the crowd and beam at them as they gaze at me with expressions of awe and thanks. “I am Mercy.” I speak at full volume as my wings flare out in a figure of crimson majesty. “I have healed this land, and given you a gift.” My hand makes a sweeping gesture and the other remnants of cancer nodes beneath Little Ulster change to soil as well. 

“You know Icon.” I say to the crowd and take his hand, holding the layers of air around it. The air changes and compels his arm to rise as I lift mine with it. “He has pledged to help heal the World of all that plagues it.” I finish and I feel my spirit soar as I hear the cheers from the crowd. I know they are watching and they will have seen their weapon betray them. They will turn on him in time. 

I step into the air as it solidifies under my feet and rise into the sky again. I pose the servant of the cancer properly, moving his arms with the air and then lift him too as if he is flying with me. He disgusts me for he has the power to do so much to heal the World and he serves the infection instead. After we rise out of sight I form a platform of solid air beneath him. “When they turn against you I will be there. You can help heal the World. Forsake the cancer and the parasites.” My last words hang in the air as I bend the light around myself and hide from his eyes. I leave and a few minutes later I let the prison and the platform melt back into gas.

Icon looked on helplessly as the woman began addressing the crowd, telling lies and making false promises. Again, he struggled to free himself, even as he found himself unable to speak, unable to set the record straight. The people who cheered them didn’t realize what had happened, that a madwoman had killed dozens, if not hundreds of people in cold blood, and deceived them into believing that she were helping. Worse yet, she also ensured that those very same people would be led to believe that he was complicit in her actions. Sadly, it was working. It was clear that the people here believed every word she was saying, and it could take some doing to change that perception. 

However, it became clear that this was her plan. She sought to discredit him, to turn the people against him, and he knew that it was a very real possibility that she would succeed. Though the overwhelming response to his arrival in Lost Haven had been positive, there were some that spoke out against him, fearing that he may have less than noble intentions, and being seen to be working in concert with the madwoman, whether her actually were or not, would give those few voices more power. 
Before he knew it; they were drifting skyward, and the woman gave voice to his concerns, confirming that indeed, her plan was for the people to turn against him. She had hoped that by turning the people of Earth against him, she would force him to join her. He tried to speak, to tell her that her plan would never work, that even if he was hated, he would always do what he could to help, but he was silent, unable to speak because of the invisible restraints. 

Then she was simply gone, and he was free. He looked in the space that had just moments before held the madwoman, and he clenched his jaw in anger.

[b]"I'll never join you."[/b] He vowed.

[b]"And I will stop you."[/b]