Dust fills the air of a busy inner city cross section. To those who survived they remember the sound of an explosion. To those who stayed conscious they remember the sight of two figures. One male and one female. To any of their own kind the sight of two quarreling people knocking each other senseless with the power of a speeding train and surviving was a normal sunday morning. The two forms rival siblings who had long fought for control of the planet had finally decided to end it once and for all. The benelvelent one Marcus and the malevolent one Camille had just fell from their thrones to duke it out one last time. Marcus clad in gold and silver armor blocks and parries strikes from the bronze and iron clad Camille. Watching in fear and awe are the humans of earth who as of sixty seconds ago believed they were the pinnacle of the human condition.
"Come on Brother I know you can do more than that." Laughed the red eyed raven haired Camille as she was parried once again only to be countered hapharzardly into the side of a parked SUV causing immediate irrepairable damage folding it nearly in half under the weight of the godlike woman.
"I know I can too, but I care not to hurt you nor the citizens of this city dear Sister." Called back the fleeing form of Marcus sharing the same red eyes and raven hair of his sister. His words true and honest his plan was to merely distract his sister until they enter an uninhabited swath of land so to minimalize damage to the city and his sister until he could finish this nonsense.
"You and I both know that isn't going to happen Marcus." Growled an agrevated Camille as she recovered from the throw tearing her form from the wrecked SUV. Marcus my have gained their mothers agility, but Camille had inherited their father's strength. Picking up the pile of rubble that used to be a vehicle Camille tossed it as if a baseball towards her running brother.
Hearing the exurtion of his sister Marcus knew she had tossed the truck at him. Sighing he stopped and turned just in time to face the scrap heap barreling towards him. Smiling he mearly closed his eyes and stretched his hands out to the projectile. Just before impact he braced his stance as if to catch it. The used to be car stopped in it's tracks and fell to the side leaving Marcus without a scratch. "Come on Sister I know you can do more than that." Marcus taunted with a smirk.
Camille didn't take it smoothly as he face scrunched into a fierce scowl and turned the same color as her eyes. With great virousity she charged at he brother like a raging bull and threw a devasting haymaker sending the previous chuckling Marcus howling through the air towards a conveinence store. Huffing like said bull proud of her work she called out to her brother. "How's that for more dear Brother?!" He taunted back returning his shit eating smirk.
"Not bad Camille, but definately not your worse. I'm afraid I still have all my teeth." Marcus barked back standing from the rubble that use to be the store front. The customers scared and confused hid behind what they could from the impossibly okay man that just flew through the wall of their favorite grocery. Noticing this Marcus frowned and turned to the cowering people. "I'm sorry about this I promise to pay for repairs. It's a little sibling rivalry. Nothing a good...what do you call it? Knuckle sandwich? Yeah, that. Nothing a good knuckle sandwich can't fix." He said with an assuring smile. As assuring as he could as he heard his sister charging again. Turning he called back, "Sorry again, but I got to go."
Meeting his sister in the middle of another cross section he tackled her to the ground causing a small crater in the blacktop. Mounting himself over her he began dropping clublike fists down towards her face grunting syllables with each swing. "Why. Won't. You. Learn? Humans. Are not. Subserviant. To. Us?" He asked a long unanswered question.
Ever since the beginning of recorded human history Marcus and Camille's kind(often times called gods, angels, demons, aliens, and many other names) have watched over and protected the human race. Often regarded as miracles or acts of gods their people rarely interfered with human history. However their were those rare envious few who truly believed they were the gods the humans claimed them to be and so believed the humans were to serve them. Camille who had been first born to their father who had no brothers was raised as a son and to the distain of their mother taught this rediculous doctrine. Marcus however was protected and taught by his mother that they were the true servants. To protect the humans from chaos, catastrophy, and disaster.
These two planes of thought had been feuding for centuries among their people. The debate has finally culmanated to a head between Camille and Marcus both available for next in line for the head of Family. Camille being first born and Marcus being firstborn son were both qualified.
Blocking blow for blow Camille grunted and hissed between clenched teeth. "When will you learn they are lesser than us? They are weak, ignorant, and scared. As they should be. To serve higher beings like us." She said finding an opening in Marcus' offense and kicking him off of her.
Marcus righted himself mid air and stood readying himself for his sister's counter attack. "No that is exactly why we should protect them until they are ready to protect themselves. We were put here to serve not subject. They are a beautiful race and deserve to live in peace." He rebutted as his sister began her barrage of powerful strikes.
Camille laughed heartily. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. How can they live in peace if all they do is squabble among themselves over petty things?" She responding in a cutting tone as she swung pinpoint punches and kicks aiming to disable her brother.
Marcus scoffed in pity. "Are we no different? Are we truly the best example right now for an already on edge race? They are not ready to know about us, but now it is to late. Because you want to play priness and can't wait your turn." He said with an equally cutting tone aimed at his spoiled sister. He knew he'd regret it later, but he knew Camille got sloppy when she was upset. She also unfortunately got stronger.
To be Coninued...
"Come on Brother I know you can do more than that." Laughed the red eyed raven haired Camille as she was parried once again only to be countered hapharzardly into the side of a parked SUV causing immediate irrepairable damage folding it nearly in half under the weight of the godlike woman.
"I know I can too, but I care not to hurt you nor the citizens of this city dear Sister." Called back the fleeing form of Marcus sharing the same red eyes and raven hair of his sister. His words true and honest his plan was to merely distract his sister until they enter an uninhabited swath of land so to minimalize damage to the city and his sister until he could finish this nonsense.
"You and I both know that isn't going to happen Marcus." Growled an agrevated Camille as she recovered from the throw tearing her form from the wrecked SUV. Marcus my have gained their mothers agility, but Camille had inherited their father's strength. Picking up the pile of rubble that used to be a vehicle Camille tossed it as if a baseball towards her running brother.
Hearing the exurtion of his sister Marcus knew she had tossed the truck at him. Sighing he stopped and turned just in time to face the scrap heap barreling towards him. Smiling he mearly closed his eyes and stretched his hands out to the projectile. Just before impact he braced his stance as if to catch it. The used to be car stopped in it's tracks and fell to the side leaving Marcus without a scratch. "Come on Sister I know you can do more than that." Marcus taunted with a smirk.
Camille didn't take it smoothly as he face scrunched into a fierce scowl and turned the same color as her eyes. With great virousity she charged at he brother like a raging bull and threw a devasting haymaker sending the previous chuckling Marcus howling through the air towards a conveinence store. Huffing like said bull proud of her work she called out to her brother. "How's that for more dear Brother?!" He taunted back returning his shit eating smirk.
"Not bad Camille, but definately not your worse. I'm afraid I still have all my teeth." Marcus barked back standing from the rubble that use to be the store front. The customers scared and confused hid behind what they could from the impossibly okay man that just flew through the wall of their favorite grocery. Noticing this Marcus frowned and turned to the cowering people. "I'm sorry about this I promise to pay for repairs. It's a little sibling rivalry. Nothing a good...what do you call it? Knuckle sandwich? Yeah, that. Nothing a good knuckle sandwich can't fix." He said with an assuring smile. As assuring as he could as he heard his sister charging again. Turning he called back, "Sorry again, but I got to go."
Meeting his sister in the middle of another cross section he tackled her to the ground causing a small crater in the blacktop. Mounting himself over her he began dropping clublike fists down towards her face grunting syllables with each swing. "Why. Won't. You. Learn? Humans. Are not. Subserviant. To. Us?" He asked a long unanswered question.
Ever since the beginning of recorded human history Marcus and Camille's kind(often times called gods, angels, demons, aliens, and many other names) have watched over and protected the human race. Often regarded as miracles or acts of gods their people rarely interfered with human history. However their were those rare envious few who truly believed they were the gods the humans claimed them to be and so believed the humans were to serve them. Camille who had been first born to their father who had no brothers was raised as a son and to the distain of their mother taught this rediculous doctrine. Marcus however was protected and taught by his mother that they were the true servants. To protect the humans from chaos, catastrophy, and disaster.
These two planes of thought had been feuding for centuries among their people. The debate has finally culmanated to a head between Camille and Marcus both available for next in line for the head of Family. Camille being first born and Marcus being firstborn son were both qualified.
Blocking blow for blow Camille grunted and hissed between clenched teeth. "When will you learn they are lesser than us? They are weak, ignorant, and scared. As they should be. To serve higher beings like us." She said finding an opening in Marcus' offense and kicking him off of her.
Marcus righted himself mid air and stood readying himself for his sister's counter attack. "No that is exactly why we should protect them until they are ready to protect themselves. We were put here to serve not subject. They are a beautiful race and deserve to live in peace." He rebutted as his sister began her barrage of powerful strikes.
Camille laughed heartily. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. How can they live in peace if all they do is squabble among themselves over petty things?" She responding in a cutting tone as she swung pinpoint punches and kicks aiming to disable her brother.
Marcus scoffed in pity. "Are we no different? Are we truly the best example right now for an already on edge race? They are not ready to know about us, but now it is to late. Because you want to play priness and can't wait your turn." He said with an equally cutting tone aimed at his spoiled sister. He knew he'd regret it later, but he knew Camille got sloppy when she was upset. She also unfortunately got stronger.
To be Coninued...
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