Fear of the Feared (fan fic)

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You have the ability to instill great fear.

Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps.




Amon looks up from his book, puzzled.

"What are you talking about, Lyssa?" He spits. "That's not the Oan oath, nor ours."

Lyssa Drak, keeper of the Book of Parallax, smiles in the shadow. Amon does NOT appreciate it. Lyssa is beautiful, especially when she smiles, but she does that only when she thought of something terrifying.

Something even the lesser members of the Sinestro Corp would fear. To Amon's agony, he is one of them. Every time he admits that fact, his inferiority complex turns his stomach. Even as he proves his ability to instill great fear over and over, most members still consider him a Green Lantern Corps reject, someone who cannot succeed his glorious father, and likely never will. Amon sees such contempt, especially on his leader, his late father's friend Sinestro's face.

Amon's fear did not elude Lyssa. She takes great pleasure in people's sense of insecurity, even more so in telling a story that would further that emotion.

"In the Book of Parallax, stories of greatest fear were told, deeds committed long before our revered leader Sinestro founded his Corps." Lyssa caresses the giant tome. "On some occasions, it would record the fear of those who inflicts fear."

Amon's eyes narrows. "Fear... of the feared?"

"Indeed. You must know fear to utilize it... the same is true with those who seek to overcome great fear." Like other Sinestro Corp members, Lyssa wore a yellow power ring. It glitters as she echoed her tale. "In fact, some of the most chilling stories were that of the Green Lanterns. You know them well, I presume?"

She speaks of Sinestro and Hal Jordan.

"They are not alone, Amon, countless Lanterns had brought great fear among their sectors, their peers, and those they saved. Sinestro and Jordan were singled out because they were the greatest of their era. Is it your bed time yet?"

"I am not a child Lyssa." Amon replies with grudge. "But yes, it is late."

"Very well, I shall share a tale with you, Amon of sector 2814, a tale of the 'fear of the feared'."




Fear of the Feared

Part I



Norven was born in an urban middle class family of his world Tio. He was the oldest of the three. His brother and sister, Malcavier and Grey, were two years younger than him. He was smart, handsome, and charming, a son his parents took pride of, his neighbor respected, and his social world adored.

Norven had enjoyed his life thus far. At least, that's what everyone thinks. He had everything any regular civilian would ever wanted. Wealth, family, friends, fame, and through his dedication to all of the above, power.

However, his greatest pleasure come from an individual who has nothing.

That day was his regular monthly visit of his brother in Barren. Grey refused to see Malcavier so Norven only took his mother along.

Norven could see the fear in his mother's eye as Barren emerged from far horizon. A two hour long drive was never pleasant for old people, but that did not concern her as much as 'who' she was going to visit.

Norven is probably the only person who saw this trip as anywhere 'entertaining'.

Malcavier was not a competitor, he was never interested in being a winner. Norven on the other hand was very competitive. Malcavier looked up to Norven for that.

The lack of sibling rivalry was unexpected, Norven was deeply disappointed. He thought his brother would have at least the courage to challenge him because no one in the school would. Norven was a brilliant student and a capable athlete, his community crowned him ever since he was a child.

And hence much boredom.

Norven has always been a good kid, he has the necessary abilities to influence other people but he never tried it. He's smart enough to ponder the consequences of his actions should he use his IQ for mischievous deeds.

This does not mean he didn't want to. He needed to test out his ability of speech, charm, and cash. He needed a subject, a harmless one.

His brother suits the purpose perfectly.

One day. Norven broke his sister's toy and decided to blame it on his brother. Norven put the shattered toy in Malcavier's drawer. Simple, easy, and it worked. Malcavier tried to explain the truth, his parents however believe in the 'evidence'. The mother wanted to spank him, but Norven the good brother stepped in and convinced her to kept him at home for a few days instead. The mother had no problem listening to Norven, she preached Malcavier to thank his brother for his kindness.

The second time, Norven put his parents' credit cards in Malcavier's wallet. Third time the car keys.

As the distance between Malcavier and parents grew, Norven drowned the cat, left a trail of body liquid leading to Malcavier's bed.

Malcavier started to have behavior problems in school, that was to be expected. He never knew Norven was the one who destroyed his homework when he went to his gym class. He never knew that Norven poked holes in his shoes during rainy season. He never knew that Norven spoke ill behind his back, caused him to lost his best friends' support. His only trustworthy companionship came from his lovely older brother who always take him out for a ride.

Sometimes Norven would treat him with delicious drinks, drinks that made him relaxed and hyper at the same time. When parents found out that Malcavier was using alcohol and drugs they wanted to throw him out of the house, but Norven defended his little brother, said 'Malky' was merely confused.

Malcavier was SO grateful to have Norven as his brother.

He failed the final year of his high school and had to repeat. Norven convinced the parents to let Malcavier stayed for one more year and support his goals in attempting college.

"I will work to pay for my brother's tuition." Norven said.

On the day of the intake examination, Norven slipped notes into Malcavier's desk. The school expelled Malcavier's application for cheating.

Malcavier never returned to school again. He restarted his drinking and smoking habit. He hanged out with gangsters and took part in criminal exchanges. He started to bully his family and his community. When Malcavier accidentally killed a bystander in a bar brawl, he was institutionalized.

That night, alone in his room, Norven couldn't stop cackling as he pictured Malcavier went to a freak prison for life. He knew his brother's potential. Malcavier had what it takes to become a great individual, someone who could potentially threaten Norven's status. Yet, Malcavier never used his talent to even a minor extent. A pity. Now that his brother's life was destroyed, Norven could only wonder what kind of person Malcavier would've become had he not interfered.

Complete domination over another person's life. Norven tasted true pleasure first time in his life. It was so easy, so pure. However, all good time has to end, unless he started to plan for another game of amusement.

On the surface, he needed to maintain a perfect facade. Norven sponsored a dozen charity organization and hospitals. He is also the candidate for this year's presidential election. Ironically, his notorious criminal brother helped to boost his 'good guy' image. Since he was the one who shaped Malcavier's life, Norven was very proud to consider himself a self-made man.

Norven's train of thoughts stopped as the warning sign of Barren's gate became visible and clear.

"Here we are."

Norven said. The corner of his eye saw his mother shivered.

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High above, a blinding stream of yellow light washed across the sector, approached Tio in high speed.

[Leaving transluminal continuum. Tio proximal.]

The focus of the light stream stopped right outside of the planet's atmosphere. Gradually it dimmed, revealed a stout old man with full grey beard. The ring he wore absorbed the light around him until it alone shined in the shadow of the moon.

[Planet Tio, population 2.2 billion.]
[Candidate scan initiated.]

"A backwater world." The old man hid none of his scorn. "Even the lowliest planet I raided were better. MUCH better."

He eyed the ring in his palm.

"Are you sure someone here is worthy to become my partner?"

[Affirmative.] The ring replied calmly. [Scan completed. Candidate located.]

The old man whispered. "This is the third one... Don't fail me this time."




(My grammar is not very good, suggestions welcomed ^_^)

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Fear of the Feared




Part II




(Orca system. Sector 614)



[Leaving transluminal continuum. Lepeasa proximal.]

"Ring," Wislo opened her jet black eyes. "Debrief us."

[Lepeasan government completed Inter-System Assault Weapon 4 days 17 hours and 56 minutes ago, Lepeasan time. An inter-galactic threat was made 1 day 22 hours and 9 minute ago against its ancestral rival Lucritian government.]

Wislo brushed her waist-long ebon hair back, waved at her partner Fiddle, a girl who by contrast has shoulder-long silver hair and appeared to be at least a decade younger than Wislo. Fiddle smiled and waved back. She's ready.

[Warning, molecular energy accumulating at significant speed, centers around Lepeasan capital Tulen. Immediate tactical action advised.]

Fiddle blinked, "What is the weapon's maximum potential?"

[Analyzing Inter-System Assault Weapon.]

The two observed from above. Fiddle summoned a monitor connected to local network. The screen showed the whole population of Tulen and beyond gathered at the capital, waiting for its president to announce his victory speech.

[Analyzation completed.]
[Inter-System Assault Weapon maximum range = 17.7 light year, 100% damage between 0~5.3 light year, 50% damage between 5.3~11.9 light year, <10% damage between 11.9~17.7 light year.]

"Lucritia is about 6.1 light years away." Wislo said, "Ring, calculate potential destruction of the weapon at 50% capacity on Lucritia capital.]

[Complete.]

Wislo narrowed her eyes. "This is not good, we better hurry."

The two entered Lepeasa's atmosphere.

[Warning, molecular energy accumulating at accelerating speed, centers around Lepeasan capital Tulen. Immediate tactical action strongly advised.]

Lantern Wislo Fe and Lantern Fiddle penetrated the thick cloud, welcomed by the world's vast ocean. It's a marvel of this sector, Lepeasa the Sapphire. Not only is it's ocean being the cleanest of the sector, the planet's famous Tear Berries fields also covered the land with indigo shade.

However, what caught the Lanterns' attention was not the water nor its sweet fruits. Even from high above, the Inter-System Assault Weapon's sheer bulk imposed on the two. Wislo have seen large weaponry in the past but none was as menacing as this one. It's approximately the size of a planetary battlecruiser times ten, with the size of that (Light forbids) cannon took up 4/5 of it, and that's only what they saw above ground. Wislo supposed most of the energy gathering must be completed from underground to produce a firepower worthy of that hole.

Inter-System Assault Weapon... It's designed as a 'sniper gun' that attacks another planet's city across the galaxy. The lanterns are here to deactivate it.

How?

"We can try to talk it out first." Wislo winked, "They may be barbaric, we do what civilized people do."

Fiddle grinned at Wislo's description. She had never seen Wislo despising anyone or any culture, be it sadistic or ignorant. That was precisely why the two got along well. Fiddle's all-loving nature always accompanies.

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"Friends and family, this is a glorious day!"

President Edoo of Lepeasa bellowed. The crowd beneath him in the city went wild. The Valley of Royalty or Tulen was originally constructed to satisfy the pride of Lepeasan's first king Zas, an architectural wonder harbored wild lives, water and abundant sun light, and exotic craftsmanship of statues, precious stones, and blue marble. Now another instrument had been added to this pride. Edoo selected this locale to demonstrate the power of Lepeasa, at the cost of their timeless rival, Lucritia.

"I have never been prouder to be a Lepeasan citizen, my friends and family." Edoo continued, "We had been through much hardship. Lepeasan was oppressed, raped, and burned by countless enemies, enemies who envied our prosperity and gift of freedom. They act with extreme terrorism, sought to conquer not only our lives but also our souls. This was what happened and had continued for milliniums. Yet, deep inside our noble hearts we know this will not last!"

The crowd raised their voice and fists in anger, eager to mete out retribution.

"The time has come to discontinue the forces of evil. Today, I bring you justice!"

Edoo spread his arms like wings. Miles away in a distant jungle where Inter-System Assault Weapon rested, batteries surfaced, channeling the last bit of energy into the Weapon. To power the weapon, 95% of energy and fuel of Lepeasa's hourly usage were depleted.

It began to turn, slow at first, and as it picks up the speed, people of Lepeasan cheered louder and louder, waving their revered flag and emblems in unison. They chanted the name of their home and gods, marveled upon the rise of their vengeance.

Edoo clapped his hands as the Weapon began to glow bright in yellow. "This Weapon, is the answer to all! It is capable of striking down enemy capitals from light years away, and this is merely its first stage of development. Soon we will improve it further, none in the galaxy will dare to harm Lepeasa ever again!"

He sighed.

"But the price of peace is not cheap. To activate the Weapon we require immense reserve of our resources. Not only that, the destruction is so great, many innocent lives will die. However, many of our soldiers had already died in wars to fight for justice, could we let they sacrifice go in vain? It is a dear price we will pay painfully but I promise you, friends and family, our enemy will suffer more. They will suffer it with great fear. This I swear!"

Citizens of Lepeasa once again boiled in passion and joy. They showered Edoo's stage with blue flowers, a salute to his effort and dedication.

The yellow light of Weapon grew, only to match the rising emotions of its owners.

Edoo waited a few minutes till the crowd died down. "This is not a toy, friends and family, we do not use it lightly. We are civilized people, we only attack others when we're violated. We talk first, no matter how barbaric and ignorant our enemies are. We notified our enemy, giving them a chance to surrender, repent for their past and present crime. We have their replies. The Lucritia government and its allying worlds DECLINED!"

The crowd roared out of rage this time. They bit their teeth at the mentioning of Lucritia, whom had contributed majority of thorn to the society of Lepeasa.

"It may be a 'fortunate' chance of fate, my people." Edoo unwavering by the population. "Our enemies worship a false god, attacked us, now they insulted our diplomacy! It is in our god's will that these criminals will not go unpunished. Today, we will use Lepeasan's fury. Today, we take down our most hated foe. Today, we triumph!"

Anger turned into glee, the people of Lepeasan cried for revenge. They watched.

The Weapon is ready.

Satisfied, Edoo took his time to have a sip of honey tea. He was very pleased with the audience's reaction. He played his card well, adding oil and fire onto citizens' hatred. In the face of anger, anything is justified.

What better ways to motivate a world than telling its people that they were unfairly treated and deserved MUCH better? Nothing could stop him now.

"Sir!"

Edoo woke up from his scheming. "What?"

"Look!"

Edoo looked up, saw two green beams descending from heaven. It melded with the world's blue and shadowed the Weapon's yellow. As the green light flied closer, everyone could see the light engulfed two individuals.

"It cannot be..." Edoo dropped his jaws and cup.

"The Green Lanterns!" Someone in the crowd cried. "The legends! They are here!"

Another yelled, "They fought for peace and freedom, just like us! Are they here to aid us?"

The city cheered, once again assured that they are on the good side.

Edoo swallowed, he grabbed his microphone.

"Do not be deceived by appearance and folk lore, citizens of Lepeasa!" He announced, somewhat less elegant. "These Lanterns are the arms of our enemies, here to deny us of our due reward! We must not welcome them, for they too are the forces of evil!"

People of Tulen looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"What do we do now, Mr. President?" Edoo's commanding chief asked, "Green Lantern Corps have very positive fame, perhaps we should try tal..."

"Fire at will!" Edoo interrupted with a bark.

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Wislo and Fiddle approached the Valley of Royalty at high speed. They were forced to slow down as the Valley shined its blue light.

Thousands had fired at the Lanterns. Edoo had unleashed a hornet's nest.

"So much for the civilized way, Wislo Fe." Fiddle dodged with graceful maneuver.

Wislo chuckled at the scene, "We must try before we say 'no' to constructive diplomacy."

The Weapon disagreed. It

"Should we detonate it?" Fiddle asked, generated flowing rivers around her, deflected Lepeasan laser weaponry .

"No." Wislo summoned a pair of rock golem constructs to defend her. "The potential energy stored in the weapon is enormous, we can't risk the safety of civilians by destroying the machine. We must turned it 'off', from inside."

"How?"

"You should ask, 'who?'"

Fiddle nodded.

The two free fall from sky.

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"They are approaching!" Citizens of Lapeasans cried, rushed out of the Valley of Royalty to avoid fires. Terrified by the sight of their green heroes turn villains, they wished only safety.

Edoo ordered the military to continue the attack. It was futile. Green Lanterns are more powerful than any of Lapeasan weapon can handle.

Save one.

Edoo turned to face his commanding chief.

"Prepare the weapon to fire."

"What? At the Lanterns?"

"No you imbecile. We must fire the Weapon before Lucritia's capital turned away from this side of our planet. We still have a few minutes before it's completely useless. Now do it!"

Commanding chief left, the Lanterns arrived at the same time.

Guards surrounded Edoo. Cannons in the Valley ceased fire. None wanted to put heir president in harm's way.

Wislo stepped forward. "We are here in peace, President Edoo."

"Save your lies for the lesser, Lanterns." Edoo said, shivering. "I know why you are here. Your Corps want to Lepeasa to remain a slave colony forever!"

"Lepeasa is not a slave colony, Mr. President." Wislo said without opinions, "In fact, your world is one of the richest in the system. You have admirable exports and tourism, as well as delicate history. I understand your people's frustration towards Lucritia but hatred is not the answer. It never was and never will be. How many lives will pass for the sake of pride? Too many had already died in the name of justice only to achieve injustice."

Despite great power, Lanterns did not approach with violence, that convinced at least the guards. Their hostility decreased.

Edoo sensed it too, he must take action. "What do you want of me?"

"Shut down the weapon, permanently." Wislo replied simply.

Edoo cackled.

"Too late, Lanterns..." He spoke word by word. "I've already ordered it to fire."

Fiddle turned and saw the Weapon had dramatically increased its light. It's golden. Forests near the Weapon began to burn inferno. "Wislo!"

Wislo did not need to turn. Her ring already reported an influx of immense power.

Edoo widened his eyes, "Now you will be the first witness of the weapon's might... and your failure!"

Fiddle looked at Wislo helplessly.

So many lives will perish!

She was afraid, dead afraid.

But it was also that moment the unbelievable happened.

Wislo laughed.

If sound could visually appear, her laugh was like mountain and ocean of a blossom world. It was life, mighty and awing, beautiful and courageous.

Wislo laughed long and hearty. She turned and patted on her was-frightened partner's shoulder.

"FIddle, go protect the people down there." She instructed. "No one deserves to be a casualty of an idiot's charade."

Fiddle nodded numbly. Suddenly, she trembled.

"What are you thinking?

"I am going to stop it." Wislo looked at her ring, heeding its calculation. "With precision, I should be able to deliver enough power to divert the blast."

"With your ring alone!? Let me come with you!"

Wislo shook her head. "We must protect lives. We have different duties here."

Fiddle looked down. "What will happen?"

"It will be a success." Wislo gave Fiddle an assured wink. "I will live on. Did I ever lie to you?"

Nope.

Fiddle smiled. She wasted no more time, went after the exiting crowd. her partner whirled and shot president Edoo with a glance. Him and the guards backed up a few steps.

Wislo sticked her tongue out made a silly face.

"You won't get my vote."

And she flied.

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The heat was excruciating. Not the worst Wislo had endured.

Ever since she became a Green Lantern Wislo was able to experience the most wonderful things in the universe. Good or evil, she was fascinated by the balance of worlds.

She will use her power to protect it.

Wislo flew directly facing the Weapon, it's behemoth-size cannon pointed directly at her. A small sun was forming inside the Weapon, and increasing in size by the seconds.

The Lantern focused her energy in front of her ring.

"In brightest day, in blackest night,"

Wislo chanted as her power created a growing green prism before her, countless facets.

"No evil shall escape my sight."

Her eyes glowed in harmony, emblem of Green Lantern Corps appeared in them. So bright, it eclipsed the weapon's yellow energy.

"Let those worship evil's might, beware my power..."

The Weapon fired.

So did she.

"Green Lantern's Light!!!"

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Fiddle busy gathered the people of Lepeasa together and generated an energy shield around them.

She must carry out Wislo's last order.

When it was done, she waited.

The Weapon was gigantic, Wislo was n insect by contrast. Yet, there she was, pointing her ring at the Weapon, fearless, powerful, such was her serenity!

The two unleashed their power at the same time.

There was silence.

Everyone was quiet. Even the forked-tongue Edoo had no words.

Gold and emerald light collided.

The blast was barely slowed by Wislo's effort. She was engulfed by the yellow fire.

The green light did not go dim, it took strength from its owner's will power. No fear, greed, or hatred dared rival WIslo's last act.

The energy prism Wislo created diffused the Weapon's energy at photon level. Instead of its full power focusing at one point it now flew like Wislo's dazling ebon hair towards countless directions. The energy swirled around Wislo, and detonated.

"No!!!" Fiddle screamed.

The orb exploded. The tip of the Weapon mutated under the heat. Its shock wave leveled all nearby woods and evaporated a large body of water. The Valley of Royalty shook at its foundation. Everyone cowered under Fiddle's green shield. Fiddle too entered the shield for protection. Even then, the earth beneath trembled, mourning its people's foolishness.

Wislo evaporated.

The moment her life ended, her ring flew from her finger.

[Ring status report. Green Lantern 614 deceased.]
[Space sector scan 614 for replacement sentient initiated.]

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Too many people wounded by the quake. They could hardly breath with all the smoke and dust.

Lapeasa was scarred by its resident. Its people will not soon forget their mistake.

No one was vitally hurt, however, thanks to the effort of both lanterns, but Wislo paid the mortal price.

Wislo delivered all her power, only served to weaken and diverge the energy, she took the direct hit herself. The remaining of the weapon's now unfocused blast will travel no further than few hundred miles deep into space, it will dissipate before it harms any populated world. The energy usage will not allow Lapeasa to fire another shot anytime soon, if ever.

Fiddle silently watched the tiny green beam glided into the infinite space.

"The ring..."

Wislo had never lied in her life. She was a Green Lantern, she fought for justice and protection. Now her ring searched for successor who would bear the tradition, her legacy lived on.

She lived on.

Fiddle covered her eyes.

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Fear of the Feared



Part III




Prison is never pleasant to the eyes.

Well, perhaps to those who worship the practical purpose of its dull, rigid looking exterior, as well as the grim, mono-color interior, prison is meant to instill great fear. The more cryptic a prison appears to be, the more pressure it could put on its inmate.

The Barren was a maximum security prison for the worst criminals existed on Tio, it had a very vital job to do. It was not one of the 'peers', it was an 'example' for the rest of the world to follow. Originally it was a military base guarding the border of a nation under dictatorship, many of the base's weapons were converted and utilize by the guards to contain inmates. Some joked about how the Barren was initiating a war against its own residents. The statement couldn't be more accurate.

The guards knew, the inmates knew. No one was ever allowed to leave the prison, life or dead. Those who came to the Barren would remain there. There is nothing more fearsome than having the final moments as your neighbor. The guards savored the depressing effects it had on inmates. Most people chose to continue their struggle and failed miserably. Some decided to give up and prolong their lives like zombies, maintaining a functional body for no practical reasons. The fewest of all sought redemption before they enter heaven... if such rest existed for sinners.

Fear brings order. Society was created based to protect people from threats and therefore remove the presence of fear. Like a snake biting its own tail, fear led to order while order is doomed to suffer fear. Nothing last forever, thus nothing is forever safe from fear.

It isn't so bad really. Norven liked it. After all, it was fear that drove Malcavier to the edge of madness and with it Norven reigned above his brother; reigned above all others.

Locate the criminals, brand them with dishonor, the society will LONG to remove the vermin. As for the persuasive leaders? They would wear the crowns.

What better ways to motivate a world than telling its people that they were unfairly treated and deserved MUCH better? Norven sacrificed his brother for pleasure but earned much, MUCH more from his action. A potential leader who would mete out justice even among his own kin, that alone demonstrated his courage and instilled fear into his competitors and future criminals.

Fear is his ally.

Norven always kept a smile on his face, easier while he recollected his accomplishments.

Being an upmost important guest, the Warden came out to greet Norven. He was a large, bearish man of his 50s. He kept his body fit, uniform clean and tidy, as well as armed. He always address his inmates personally and was always prepared for any uprise. No inmates had succeeded in starting a riot under his watch, and he survived all these years with very few scars; relatively speaking.

"It is an honor to have you here, sir." He said.

Norven got used to this kind of courtesy ever since childhood. The Warden did not impress him a slight bit but it was always a good opportunity to present his humble facade. "Likewise, sir, likewise. Your job is not an easy one."

Warden on the contrary was very flattered. After all, Norven was a president-to-be. His future position added value into his words (perhaps made it more believable as well). The Warden gestured politely and led the way, guided Norven and his mother through gate after gate of bars and weaponry.

Warden used his key to unlock a personal elevator that was reserved for the guards and himself. He let Norven and mother entered. He followed and locked it, then pressed the buttons.

"How is Malky doing? Any signs of recovery?" Norven asked.

"Your brother..." Warden paused, disgust clear on his face.

"What happened?"

"He, um, almost pulled out an inmate's entrails. That was two days ago."

Norven did not expect that. "What!? How!?"

"You have no idea, sir, your brother is strong like a monster. He dug into that inmate's belly and opened a deep wound. If we didn't stop him, he would've dragged out whatever was inside, at least that's what your brother was roaring about when he did that."

It was a gory story, Norven did not like it. As much as he enjoyed seeing Malcavier sank lower and lower, he didn't want him to become a beast. Beasts don't think as much, it's no fun, Norven wanted his brother to remain human enough so he could comprehend tragedy.

Once they reached the top floor, Warden unlocked the door. He let Malcavier's family out and proceeded to locked up the elevator. The three walked in the long, broad hallway. On the right side were barred windows that guided sufficient sun light into the hallway. It was in the afternoon, sun glittered in gold.

Warden moved closer to Norven, spoke near his ear. "Sir, I know you want to take good care of your brother but there is a limit to that. Everyone in the facility is afraid of him. I hate to mention this in front of you..."

Norven stopped his walk. "What are you suggesting?"

"Well... have you ever considered execution?"

Norven narrowed his eyes as if he was suppressing his rage. "What?"

"We cannot afford to continue this." Warden looked away. "He is a threat to everyone here. If one day he broke free..."

"He will not break free." Norven snapped, immediately regretted his less-than-perfect wording.

"We don't know that, sir, he's too strong, and cunning. He thinks a LOT. I could tell from his eyes."

Thinks?

Warden waited a few seconds before he continued, "He observes, everyone and everything. One time a guard was foolish enough to greet him nicely, your brother actually asked the guard if he was ready for his wedding on the 28th, and said he gave his best wish to the guard and his fiance Molly. The guarded recalled that he only mentioned it a few times in the public and only during meal hours when it's loud and chaotic."

Norven nodded, "He overheard it, nothing major."

Warden almost laughed, "Really? I suppose he also overheard the number of forks in the kitchen, design of tattoos on most inmates' body, and the average age of the population here. Do you know what he told me last week? 'Sir, your gun needs polishing. The handle is loosening.'"

Norven was speechless.

"Your brother has a brain, he is not just a brute, which makes him all the more dangerous." Warden lowered his voice. "It creeps me. I always feel stalked by him. I am not alone, everyone here has that feeling. Recently we put your brother in a solo cell so he couldn't do that anymore, but I am still worrying."

Norven forced a smile, "Sounds like you want a break or a retirement."

"Honestly, Malcavier will be my last major case, or anyone's. This is why I am wishing..." Warden whispered lower. "He would be dead."

Norven was about to respond but he felt odd. The Warden had been in this field for over three decades, Norven had never seen him acting so... improper. It's a taboo for a correctional officer to voice out such ultimatum on an inmate, let alone the boss of an entire facility.

"Don't touch him." Norven warned.

Warden suddenly woke up from his feeling and realized the mistake he made.

"Of course not. I was just... wondering." He gathered himself quickly. "I apologize, I should not have spoken of your brother so ill."

Norven shook his head and ended the talk. His mother might have suggested otherwise, encourage the Warden to murder, but she was too deep inside her fear she did not pay attention to the talk.

Warden was still uneasy. "Perhaps with your interference Malcavier will change. Hell, your respect towards human rights is well adored. Yes, perhaps, there will be hope for these inmates after all. Right, Mr. President?"

Norven raised his hand, as if trying to block Warden's sentence. "Don't call me that. I am not the president yet."

"But you will be!" Warden continued as if unaware of Norven's warning. "News says your popularity is above 50% already, and this is only the first month of the campaign."

Norven shook his head. "Still, try to keep it to yourself. No point bluffing it. Besides, if I fail, it would be embarrassing."

Of course, he did not believe he would lose. He had never lost any battle, be it academic performance, athletic field, or political trickery. He was undefeated. No one believed he would be defeated at anytime, anything.

Satisfying and boring.

Warden had arranged a private visitor room. Large, clean, one table and three chairs. One viewing mirror where guards could observe from behind without interrupting the meeting. The lighting was soothing and . Warden set it up so someone as dangerous as Malcavier would not act up and damage other people. In addition, Norven the future Mr. President would not have to expose his face to the public as he visit his brother, the disgrace of the world.

Warden gave order, "He will be here shortly, sir."

He was right. Within a minute Norven could hear the thundering footstep of his 'Malky.'

Mother was anxious, as always. She clung to Norven's jacket. Even if Malcavier wasn't there, his foot steps alone would make people uneasy. Norven himself was familiar with Malcavier's condition and even him would become unrest. This was one of his miscalculation, Norven admitted to himself, because Malcavier had become unpredictable after the torture he went through. Prison terms would keep Malcavier under control but there is no telling what he would do next, if Norven push him further.

At least now is not the time. Norven had politics to play with, that would keep him busy until he feel the need to torment his brother again. Norven had some ideas, such as giving Malcavier a false sense of hope for a release date then crush it by setting up prison riot with him being the center of conspiracy. Maybe some medication to keep Malcavier physically weak so he would endure abuse from other inmates? The list went on and on. Again, now is not the time.

Two guards entered the visitor room first. They turned and each stood at one side of the room facing the door, gun pointing. Then, a giant shuffled his body through the door. He kept his gaze down. His uniform tattered, body odor was offensive, and his medium-long hair was a major mess, like someone piled a farm worth of discarded grains on his head.

Warden coughed, "Pardon, he was in a solitary for days."

Norven nodded. Malcavier didn't respond to it, let guards guided him to the chair. When he sat down he made a loud thump. Norven wondered when his brother became more like a barbarian than a civilized individual. Maybe he never was civilized. Malky was only half a head taller than him but very muscular and stocky, probably a result of endless physical aggression towards and from others made him that way. His sheer size alone would make people faint.

Norven had been encouraging the prison doctors to test whatever kinds of drug they had in store on Malcavier so he would 'calm down.' Given Malcavier's mental state the doctors were more than happy to comply, consider that Norven was also willing to sponsor whatever studies they would do on inmates in general. Sometimes the doctors wondered why Norven was so eager to drug Malcavier but that little doubt dissipated when Norven convinced them with his noble intention; to protect Malcavier and other inmates.

No doubt his brother's current apathetic state has something to do with the testing. He kept his mother from knowing, though, hoping the woman would act up and push Malcavier further into despair.

The room was silent for about a minute. Norven gestured his mother to speak first. The woman hesitated.

"How are you, Malky?" She asked, her voice was dry.

Malcavier made no reply.

Norven said, "We're here. We brought your favorite fruit pie. It's berry season, we added extra. You gotta see it when I was baking it, the cream literally overflew." He took the pie out of the wrapping. "At least it means I put sufficient filling in the pie. I wasn't sure if you like it baked golden brown or just fresh white so I set the time to the middle. I got fork here, you wanna give it a try?"

Malcavier sat still. He hadn't moved a single finger since he entered the room. Norven cut a piece of pie and put it on a paper dish. When the food was pushed to Malcavier's front, Malcavier's brown eyes gazed through the food as if it weren't there. Norven thought Malky didn't even blink this whole time.

"Come on? It's really good... I think." Norven said jokingly.

But Malcavier remained there like a statue. The stillness was eerie.

The mother could hold no longer. She bit her lips, turned and took the rest of the pie from Norven's hand and threw it at Malcavier. The food hit his forehead, crimson grease slowly broken up and slid down his eyes, nose, and cheek. Still he made no respond.

"What's your problem, you little freak!?" The mother bellowed. "We rode all the way from Nasho to visit you and you can't even keep a smile on your face! Who do you think we are, your servants?

"Mother, please calm yourself." Norven attempted to comfort his parent. Warden and the guards were riled. This woman was provoking the most dangerous inmate in the Barren! Everyone had their weapons ready.

"No, I will not! This rodent had been a thorn on our side for too long! He is never grateful, NEVER! A disgrace, a failure, a monster! Why are you still alive! Die! Save the world some trouble! It sickens me to know that my tax is used to feed a piece garbage like you!"

Malcavier crushed the table with his fists.

"Enough!"

He roared like a wounded animal. Mother fell back and crawled to Norven. Norven himself was taken aback by his brother's sudden outburst. His back hit the wall and he felt his spine rattled.

Guards in the room took action immediately. They shackled Malcavier's neck with their specialized chain baton and dragged him to the floor. The guards observeing from the next room also swarmed into the visitor room. All of them started beating him violently. Norven was shouting, ordering them to stop but to no prevail. Malcavier did not move a muscle against the pain.

Warden moved to protect Norven and mother. He shot a blaming glare at the mother and apologized. "I am terribly sorry about this, sir."

"It's alright, alright! Stop hurting him!" Norven lied with passion.

"We shouldn't! He has to learn to behave, now or..."

Warden paused, looking at the wall behind Norven.

The wall was painted ivory white but at that moment it was shining.

Shining like a golden sun.

Norven on the other hand was looking at the door where the guards bursted in.

He saw a star descended.

The guards sensed something was wrong, they looked up at the two leaders, dumbfounded.

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[Entering atmosphere.]



The old man increased his speed. The size of Barren increased at rapid speed. He spotted an empty courtyard and landed. His action shook the whole prison vicinity.

The guard towers were panicking.

"What was that!?"
"Some thing landed here! It's not a copter, we didn't get any landing notification...!"
"What's with the light!? What is going on here!? A comet???"
"By the... Look! Is that a person standing in that crater!?"

The old man ignored the chaos around him.

"Of all places, a jail." He sneered. "Never thought I would arrive at a jail willingly."

Up on the top floor, Norven and Warden ran to hallways' window and watched. Within the perfect orb they saw a stocky old man with full grey beard. He looked completely unconcerned with the disaster he brought upon Barren.

Armed forces moved in swiftly. Identified the old man as a 'mortal', there was nothing they would fear.

The old man raised his right arm until it leveled with his shoulder. On his middle finger circled a yellow ring, which he aimed at the crowd, was as innocent as a street vendor's sell.

Yet it harbored a sun. Before the guards could approach the old man, it shined, blinded everyone close enough to witness the blaze. They did not have the time to regret or experience the pain. It was too quick, too sudden, the ring wiped out everything in 20 meter in diameter, left no heat, no smell, nothing. The guards disappeared as if they never existed.

Screams filled the air.

Warden punched his comm.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Reinforcement came and together they made another attempted. Best weaponry in the world, collected to contain the worst criminals known to its population, but even that wasn't enough to stop the invader. Torrents of destruction surrounded him, he did not stop or slow down. He walked and as he strode the environment around him crumbled. Walls, obstacles, human bodies, air, earth, all rippled and parted to greet his dawning presence. His pace shifted the reality.

He was divine.

The old man stopped, raised his chin and body. He floated high above the building. With a slight gesture, he ripped off the roof, revealed the inhabitants inside.

Norven looked up and gagged. Rarely was he this speechless. He was a master of commonsense, which today chose not to welcome, "Who are you!?" was all he could let out.

The old man eyed the family of three, made no reply.

"Freeze!" Guards in the hallway raised their weapon, pointed directly at the visitor. "Put your hands u..."

The old man's ring sparked, golden flame consumed the guards and obliterated them. Their weapons evaporated with the bodies.

The family was stunned by the sight. They lost their speech earlier, now their body paralyzed.

"What is this power?" Norven trembled as he asked.

Again, the old man ignored him. He opened his hand. Between his fingers he held a yellow ring, an exact replica of the one he wore.

Norven realized that The old man was looking at his family's direction, inquisitively.

Why?

He has no idea who the old man was. However, even the lowliest life form understands power when one sees it.

This old man has power, and it came with the ring.

The old man was searching for someone, perhaps someone to bear the ring.

Norven's intelligence almost never failed him, and he was correct. Or, perhaps he wished he was correct. There was a weird, simple sensation rose from the bottom of his belly. He liked it.

Such power! Complete domination over other's life, much like his own!

The old man did not look at Norven after the first glance.

He turned to another. The old man was looking at the larger, shackled man beneath.

"What purpose have you in life?" He asked gently. His voice was deep and comforting, contrary to his most recent crime.

Malcavier did not know how to respond to the stranger.

"You have accomplished little, rotting in jail, scorned by all. Yet..."

The old man marveled the second ring.

"You are this ring's chosen."

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Really good! I like it!

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Wow dude, I am quite impressed. Excellent job.

Ever consider joining one of the RPGs? Love to have you in the Masters if you are game.

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Thanks for the complements people =D

Ever consider joining one of the RPGs? Love to have you in the Masters if you are game.

What's that ?_?

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Its basically more of a group Fan Fic than an RPG. Its basically a few of us who are telling individual, and sometimes interconnected stories, dealing with our own unique GLs and also the cannon ones.

Takes place just after the SCW, and is its own continuity from then on (no Alpha Lanterns, no 7 Corps etc etc.)

Its quite large now, but if you are interested in joining, let me know. Theres no rules as to how often you have to post or anything, as it will most likely just be you telling a story, or stories, you want to tell, in the context of the overall story. Very user friendly, with almost no limitations.

Check it out here The Masters: Green Lantern RPG - theres probably too much to read, so if you want a general summary PM me and I'll get you one. Ignor the first post about the rules and such, we don't stick to that anymore.

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An interesting idea, although the story of FotF actually extends till the end of Sinestro Corps War as well. (and over)

I had this story planned for a long time just didn't have the time to type them all out. Given the initial (lack of) responses I didn't feel motivated to continue until earlier this week. I think I will finish this story first or at least complete more chapters of it before considering having another Fan Story. Thanks for the invite however =D

All my stories are connected so be sure to check out other stories in my sig ^_^

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I've read all your stuff, I just haven't replied to them all. For this one, I didn't want to take up space in your thread, so it would be the whole story without posts in between.


IF you wanted to join the Masters tho, you would probably have to start from scratch as far as stories go, just cuz some of the stuff wouldn't work in our continuity.

Think it over, no rush to get back to me. Just letting you know the offer is there. We are always on the lookout for good writers, and you are one.

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I've read all your stuff, I just haven't replied to them all. For this one, I didn't want to take up space in your thread, so it would be the whole story without posts in between.

Oh that was a reminder for 'other' readers, not you XD I posted all chapters in this thread because I don't want to take up forum space, not to mention harder to track >_>

IF you wanted to join the Masters tho, you would probably have to start from scratch as far as stories go, just cuz some of the stuff wouldn't work in our continuity.

Or I can think of new stories. Let me take a nap and write down my dream O_O

Thanks again for the complement :]

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Part IV



Silence fell.

None was surprised, saved one.

The strange guest and Malcavier looked at each other. For a long moment neither spoke.

The older of the two broke the silence first, "Malcavier of planet Tio, you have the ability to instill great fear. You have been chosen to represent space sector 614."

Malcavier listened with a blank stare. No one knew what the old man was talking about. Space sector? Chosen?

The old man emphasized the ring, "This power ring is granted to you by our leader as a gift, a token of acknowledgment of your deeds here. It will be your arm, protects and executes your wish, as you spread fear across this sector."

The ring's light pulsed harmonically.

The visitor continued, " You will now be sub..."

"Wait!"

Everyone, included Norven himself, was surprised by the volume of his interruption.

"There... there got to be some mistake! My brother is a good man!" Norven argued with a plea.

The old man eyed Norven from the corner of his eyes. "What made you say that?"

"He has always been my dear brother! I am willing to forgive and accept him!"

The old man bared his teeth, "Really? Then perhaps you don't mind uncuff him?"

Norven looked at Warden hopefully. The latter shook his head in defiant refusal. "That is not an option, Mr. President."

Norven put on a dry smile. "He had made mistakes, but he will learn! Please don't do this to my brother! I... I will take the punishment for my brother. I will take the ring!"

Norven raised both of his arms, begging.

The old man raised an eye brow in disblief. "You are laugha..."

"JUST HAND OVER THE RING YOU PATHETIC FREAK!!!"

This time the crowd was overwhelmed.

Norven screamed, "Is this a joke!? Is this the best choice your ridiculous logic can make??? 'I' was the one who destroyed his life! I planned everything! I made this boy fear for his life! I even forced him to kill so I can push him over the edge! And you would choose this piece of garbage over ME!? He doesn't deserve the power! 'I' do! Give me the damn trinket NOW!!!"

The old man answered with a flash.

Norven screamed as a golden hook mauled out his tongue and disconnected it at its base. His mother passed out at the sight.

The old man incinerated the severed tongue. It wiggled as it burn. "What you did to your brother does not concern me, I only value the result. The result tells me..."

He pointed at Malcavier.

"He is more fitting."

Norven protested with a mouth full of blood. Even in painful silence he objected stranger's choice.

The old man spoke with thundering echo, "Everyone here fears him, even his own family. As much as you 'try' to look down at your brother, you are deeply afraid of him also, afraid of what he would've become if you didn't interfere. And here he handed you a solid defeat."

Malcavier panted. "Who are you? What do you want of me?"

The old man grinned. Malcavier saw a slight sign of friendliness.

"You may call me Mallow." He gently flicked the ring in his hand towards Malcavier. "As for 'what', it's best told over a few mugs of hot ale."

The ring came to live, slowly floated to its target.

[Welcome to The Sinestro Corps.] It greeted him.

"You will be an interesting partner, Malcavier." Mallow said, almost encouraging. "You are a free man now. No one will ever dare to imprison you again, so long as you serve the greater purpose of Sinestro Corps and its leader."

Covered in tears, Norven remonstrated with a raging arm. His brother does NOT deserve such gift!

The ring released a beam of light. It broke Malcavier's chains and basked him in its brilliance. The hypnotic radiance of the ring was seductive. Slowly, his cuffed hands rose to welcome the fruit of temptation. His meaty palms engulfed the ring, casted it into shadow.

But he let it go.

The ring shivered, puzzled.

"No."

Mallow was surprised. "No?"

"I don't want the ring." Malcavier said calmly, looked away from the yellow light. "I don't want any of this. I will stay here."

Mallow mused, "Hm, now that's something new."

"All I want is a chance to be accepted as a good man." Malcavier whispered.

Mallow folded his arms across his massive chest, "I thought your brother was stupid. Acceptance from these grease? Might as well find a company of vermin. You heard your brother, he destroyed your life."

"Yes, I know." Malcavier lowered his head. "I knew it all along."

Norven stopped trembling. His eyes widened like a dying fish.

"My brother learned to treat others with deceits. He learned it from how he treated me." Tears overflew Malcavier's eyes. "Had I fought back, he might not have become such a horrible man. I blame myself. I was the only one who could stop him and I did nothing."

No one on the ground expected Malcavier to talk sensibly. Everyone looked at the younger brother as if he was a bigger monster than he already was. Shocking, and disturbing, they didn't even hear what Malcavier just said.

Mallow shook his head. "You're lying to yourself. You have no right to forgive anyone. You are just a notorious criminal with nothing to offer except yourself, and even that sacrifice is negligible. Do you honestly think your brother could change?"

Malcavier bit his lips. "All I want is to be loved by my family, that ring won't grant me that."

Mallow continued. "Bloodline alone doesn't make a family. They don't want you. None of these people want you. Acceptance doesn't come from 'begging' the superiors, boy."

He paused.

"With power comes freedom and truth, and a chance for redemption. Once you tasted true power, whether or not you want to forgive them is your call. Never speak of kindness until you have the position to do so."

Malcavier looked at the ring again. He was uncertain. "Why would you pick someone as lowly as me? I have nothing to offer."

"You have plenty to offer." Mallow descended. He was shorter than Malcavier and without touching the ground his eyes were almost met evenly with Malcavier's, although slightly higher so he could continue to examine the younger man from upper position. "But you will need training to discover your full potential. What a waste it is, a fine piece of ore like you lied lifeless in a rodent trap."

Malcavier looked back at his family and acquaintances, they cringed. He saw no kindness in their eyes, even his once loving brother, hatred and disgrace contorted his face.

One of the guard cried, "You're one of them! Just take the ring and leave!"

Malcavier glared at the guard. The latter curled.

Then he turned to Mallow. Shrouded in golden light, wearing a grim, yellow uniform, this stranger appeared to be a regal messenger of fate.

Wiping food and dust from his face, Malcavier asked, "If I take the ring, what would I become?"

Mallow replied, "Why ask me? Your life is yours to shape."

"I accept, then." Malcavier's heart raced. "But I have a request."

"Which is?"

"I want you to leave them alone." Malcavier said with a sigh.

"No." Mallow replied softly. "As a welcoming gift for my new partner, I will avenge him. Inhabitants of Tio will be mutilated over one month period. They will be starved, feed on nothing but their own severed flesh."

Malcavier fell back, jaw dropped.

"You can't be serious!"

"I am." Mallow was indifferent of Malcavier's reaction. "And I will."

"What... why are you doing this!? They caused you no grief."

Mallow nodded. "You're right. They caused YOU grief."

Malcavier swung his sinew arm aimlessly. "That's not the point! They have done me great wrong but they don't deserve death!"

"I don't care. Cease your charade. If you think they would feel grateful towards you and take you back, you're a fool."

Malcavier growled, stabbed Mallow with a dangerous glare.

"You hurt them, I will kill you."

Observers felt their bodies numb and cold from his menacing threat.

On the other hand, Mallow chuckled. "Now that's the spirit. I began to wonder when you'd reveal your fangs."

"I am not joking." Malcavier panted. "Touch them and you're dead."

"I didn't take it as a joke, which is why I am VERY entertained."

Malcavier abruptly brushed the yellow ring aside, leaves nothing between him and his new company. The contact with the ring made him shiver in brief ecstasy. "What could possibly be so entertaining about violence and tormenting the weak!? You are no different from my brother!"

"Survival instinct is within all organism, Malcavier." Mallow wasn't offended the slightest. "For sentient beings, we often feel gratified when we're safe beyond harm. Such feeling encourage us to continue whatever keeps us safe from fear. Which is why..."

He mockingly smirked at Norven. "A coward would never feel safe."

Malcavier lowered his gaze. Another wave of shame drowned him.

Mallow waved at the yellow ring. It came between the two again. "Your conscious may not agree with your behaviors. However, you most certainly feel satisfied by the temporary safety you earned while locked up in a cell. Isn't that precisely why, deep inside your brooding, you secretly enjoy the brute strength you have over others? Revealing your observations here and there so others would feel 'stalked'?"

Malcavier looked up in horror.

Mallow reassured the young man with a grin. "It takes one to know one, Malcavier."

"No!" Malcavier cried out.

"Prove me wrong, then." Mallow pointed at the yellow ring. "Wear the ring and defy me. Right now you're nothing more than a dog that barks too loud. You have no right to talk about fairness, let alone bargaining."

"Yes I do!" Malcavier exclaimed defiantly. "I can make my choice!"

Mallow narrowed his eyes. "What is your choice?"

"I am not a good man, but I am not like you!" Malcavier speared his finger. "I will not become a villain!"

And Mallow was hushed.

Lights in his eyes shifted. Annoyance, despise, mockery, but more than the rest...

"Pity."

He sighed, aimed his ring at Malcavier.

Stood wounded and tattered, the young man was relieved.

Many times in the past moment he was tempted to pick up the ring.

Power to set him free.

But no one could ever be free of oneself, not even with Mallow's malicious ring. Had Malcavier chosen to use the same power as Mallow, the man who he believed he was would cease to exist.

There is no greater blasphemy than betraying one's true heart. As much as Malcavier loathed himself, he's not a villain, not like what others believed him to be.

The choice probably worth as much as his pathetic life.

Malcavier felt serene. He looked into the deep sky above as if he's already part of it.

But Tio's ether wasn't as waveless as he thought.

Clouds rippled, a maelstrom was forming in the center of zenith.

No one else saw it. Mallow was focusing on killing Malcavier and the observers were focusing on watching Malcavier die.

It happened simultaneously as Mallow released his energy blast, a green star emitted from the cloud cyclone. It descended quickly, in time to shield Malcavier with emerald power. The green light collided with the yellow, protected Malcavier from his death.

Mallow's entrance was impressive, this scene surpassed it. None on Tio had ever seen anyone as powerful as Mallow, nor witnessing another source of power that rivaled him!

Both yellow rings buzzed and spoke.

[Warning, Green Lantern energy registered.]

Mallow widened his eyes.

The green star dimmed slightly, unraveled the jade ring inside.

It too spoke, but in peace.

[Malcavier of planet Tio, you have the ability to overcome great fear.]

Malcavier covered his eyes from all three light sources. "What...?"

[I am a power ring sent by the Guardians of the Universe.]

The green ring came to life and attached itself to Malcavier's right middle finger. The action lit his body on viridescent flame. Malcavier howled in panic, rolled on the ground to put out the burning essence in struggle .

When the fire faded, Malcavier stood on his four with no signs of harm. His prison cloth was gone. He now dressed in a sleeveless green uniform from neck to waist, and jet black from waist down, with a pair of green boots. The green on his chest formed an inverted lantern-shape emblem in white.

[Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps.] The green ring concluded.

Sweat dripped from Malcavier's forehead, nose, and chin. He sensed the power of the green ring similar to the yellow ones, except it did not have the manipulative elements so prevalent in Mallow's rings.

Instead he felt... limited.

Standing up was painful and indefinite. He was shaky.

This change of event condemned the observers with anxiety and confusion.

"My my, Malcavier..."

Mallow whispered under his gasp.

"Surely fate has chosen you to be its loyal scapegoat."

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(There is almost no official story behind Mallow nor any Lanterns related to his background. When he first appear in Sinestro Corps War he stood at the side of the page arm-folded as if observing the crowd instead of being part of it. Unlike most of the Sinestros appear on the same page, I didn't see him charged Kyle Raynor heads on either. All these small details became the Mallow in my story. Patient and perceptive, perhaps a little bossy [?], a persuasive talker plus leader but at the same time brutal and direct in action. The small description of Mallow in Secret Files gave me the impression that he will fit into Malcavier's story better than other Sinestros. Their interactions is the focal point of this tale. )

(Norven was pictured as a tall, handsome man, roughly 6ft2. Malcavier was bigger as well as taller, around 6ft5. Doors in a prison tends to be small to avoid a rush for escape so the first description of Malcavier was like 'a giant'. Mallow in my imagination was about 1 or 2 inches taller than Norven but shorter than Malcavier.)

(Got stories of Devildog and Feena in my head also, perhaps another time.)

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Wicked man. Really, I am more than impressed. Jealous even? Perhaps...


Anyway, very nice work. Keep it up man, I'd love to see more of what you have.

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Wicked man. Really, I am more than impressed. Jealous even? Perhaps...

Anyway, very nice work. Keep it up man, I'd love to see more of what you have.

Going to take a while, if I can keep up the 1 chapter per week thingie...

I kinda toned down (and probably will continue to do so) the plot so it's not too mature, but I couldn't help myself adding bits here and there (lol). Originally I was going to post a side story call 'Haasp's Day Dream' but I might have to wait on that one till I modify it to less disturbing >_>

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Fear of the Feared

Part V




"What are these rings!?"

Malcavier screamed at his palms.

"What are they!? Why are they here!? Why me!?"

"Someone! Answer me!"

"Answer me!!!"

The rings were quiet. For a moment Malcavier thought they were 'dead' and felt stupid. Rings ARE dead! They are not flesh and blood!

Malcavier almost mistaken the silence as an evidence that this whole mess was a daunting dream, a voice kept the nightmare rolling.

"The one you wear is the Green Lantern Corps power ring."

Malcavier cursed the voice for its interference, looked up to meet Mallow's eyes. "What does that mean?"

"That means you're my enemy by faction."

Malcavier was dumbfounded.

Mallow robbed his beard and mused. "How ironic, Sinestro Corps 'coaxed' you while the Green Lantern Corps simply 'kidnapped' you into their fold, and they call Sinestro obsessive. Although, this impromptu intrusion is not as intriguing as the fact that you are qualified for both color spectrums."

He crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"You have 10 seconds to prepare yourself."

"Prepare for what?" Malcavier mumbled.

Mallow ignored him.

9

8

Malcavier suddenly realized Mallow's objective, which hasn't changed since a minute ago.

In fact, it was worse than the previous minute. Mallow called him an 'enemy' now.

7

6

Malcavier stared at his ring. "RIng, can you talk?"

[Affirmative.]

"This... this person is going to kill... kill my family, do you have any ways to stop him?"

[I am programmed to execute your mental commands, providing they do not conflict with the code of the Guardians.]

"Guardians?"

5

4

"What codes? Can... can you deflect his attack the same way you did before..."

3

2

"No..." Malcavier narrowed his eyes. "Not deflect."

1

Malcavier aimed his ring at Mallow and unleashed an energy blast at his target, the exact same attack Mallow used. The impact emitted a deafening screech, Malcavier covered one of his ear and pressed on with his assault, eyes shut to avoid the blinding blaze. His mind raced and drained, every trace of thoughts left his brain and congregated at the focus of the ring. All the desire and horror became reality as he howled for air.

When he lost his control, light faded. It disappeared as if never existed.

Exhausted, Malcavier fell to the ground, catching his breath. For minutes he couldn't grasp his strength enough to even think.

Eventually he did. Malcavier looked up, half expecting the illusion of Mallow, the rings, and all these chaos, would go away.

But Mallow was still there, without a single scratch.

Mallow opened his eyes, hands folded behind his waist and floated towards Malcavier until he was two feet away from him. At this distance and postures, Mallow literally looked down at Malcavier from above at an acute angle, intimidating and overpowering.

"What was that suppose to be?" Mallow asked the confused young man.

Malcavier was speechless.

Mallow materialized a yellow cutlass and swung the blade at Malcavier's carotid artery. Before Malcavier noticed the attack he shielded his left arm and raised it to block the sharp edge.

He gasped. Instinct honed from countless deadly brawl saved him from his doom.

"He has no reason to kill me!" So Malcavier thought and was shocked by Mallow's abrupt action. Only moments ago Mallow sincerely praised him, now he attempted to decapitated Malcavier without hesitation. Malcavier was puzzled about this change of demeanor but very quickly he comprehended his opponent. Mallow could care less about who he kill. He had no regret or pleasure doing so, he simply 'does'.

Even a crazy inmate would be fueled by madness but Mallow was completely sane and intricate. This rude awakening chilled his spine. What's worse, he remembered what Mallow told him, "It takes one to know one."

The second fear kicked in, Mallow's blade sliced trough the green shield and bit his flesh.

Malcavier bellowed. He swiftly rolled sideway, blood poured out of his wound. It wasn't deep but was enough to dominate Malcavier's sensory.

[Warning, fear overriding will power.]

Malcavier chewed on his teeth, forced himself to uncover the wound, let blood dripped down his arm, staining his green uniform. The blade stroke from close distance, greatly reduced the potential damage. Had the cutlass attacked from full distance without the shield blocking it, Malcavier would find his arm next to his feet.

Mallow faded his weapon, gave no response to Malcavier's feral glare.

"There are three reasons why you cannot defeat me." Mallow sticked one finger. "One, I am stronger than you."

Malcavier panted. "What are the others?"

"I won't tell you." Mallow replied with a sleigh of mind. Mallow used mystery to add pressure on Malcavier. Without the answer, Malcavier thought it probably had lot to do with his wound.

How did his protection suddenly become vulnerable to Mallow's weapon?

Being the novice he was, Malcavier simply thought, "I was distracted."

And he learned another thing about the ring. Aside from projecting energy like a cannon, Mallow used it to create various kind of tools. Fire, weapons, and the shield Malcavier himself used unconsciously.

"You had your 10 seconds."

A golden beast of unknown specie ambushed Malcavier from behind. Again, Malcavier dodged it out of experience, except this time he glided all the way across the tattered floor, over the fallen wall.

He ended up in midair.

Again, he was startled. He was only 'thinking' about escaping by moving sideway and somehow he flew with extreme dynamic, as if hauled by a puppet string.

And since when did he learn to fly? No one could fly! No one is suppose to fly!

He fell.

Malcavier gulped, stabilized himself. The ring was very sensitive to thoughts. Even a slight of doubt could change the result. Like the moment he blasted Mallow with green energy, he felt his thoughts were pulled out of his head and fused with the ring's power.

Thoughts.

Ring.

Malcavier soared towards Mallow at surprising high speed. In his hand he generated a cutlass, an exact copy of Mallow's, and attacked.

Mallow raised an eyebrow, punched Malcavier's stomach with a bright yellow fist. Malcavier's charge was interrupted by the sudden impact and was sent spinning, landed faultily into a swarm of broken glasses.

Malcavier didn't get hurt, much. It would take more than a punch to finish him. He jumped to his feet, flipping through his memory for items he could use to defeat his enemy.

He ring-slinged a chair at Mallow.

Mallow raised the other eyebrow. He tilted his head and avoided the chair. Malcavier then threw a dart at him, it appeared to be a sharpened silverware. Again, Mallow sidestepped and the dart missed the mark. The dart was followed by a cotton-covered dumbbell.

"What do you think this is, a prison brawl?" Mallow chuckled and blocked the dumbbell. "Admittedly, my knowledge of a prison life is as profound as the melodrama on sector broadcast."

Suddenly, he lost his balance and fell. Mallow grunted, saw a pair of green cuffs connected his feet together and Malcavier was holding the other end of the long chain. Malcavier took the chance and shrouded Mallow with a straining jacket, tied his arms behind the back and locked it with leather belts. Then, he wrapped three more heavy chains on Mallow.

Mallow nodded, "Deviant."

And he ripped the emerald constructs apart with a stretch of his body. Sooner than Malcavier could ponder about his next move, Mallow dashed and reapplied a blow to Malcavier's stomach. The young inmate was knocked into the sky, puking out the contents in his stomach. He balanced himself and jabbed the approaching Mallow with a glass shank. In return, Mallow materialized a dagger. They traded attacks in melee, rushing wind and clashing weapon occupied their ears.

Before long, Mallow parried Malcavier's stab and blew him away with yellow energy. Malcavier growled at the new pain, surrounded Mallow with countless medical needles. The old man liquified them before they even reach his forcefield. To his immediate chagrin, Mallow found Malcavier put a pair of hand cuffs on his wrists and dressed him up like a Barren inmate. Irked, he burned them.

"You learn fast." Mallow appeared to be impressed. "As primitive as your constructs are, you used them really well, Malky."

"Don't you call me that!" Malcavier barked. He felt dizzy and restless after all the mental exercise.

Why was he even fighting! He should be meeting with his family, encourage himself to talk and act positively, not basking in blood with a complete stranger!

"What is going on here!? I don't want any of this! I never asked for it!"

"Tough luck." Mallow was frank. "People of certain qualities are doomed to affect the greater universe. There will be collision, whether they like it or not."

"I don't care about the universe!" Malcavier risked his concentration to rebuke. He almost fell again. "I live in this world and cared only about this world and people in it! This... this war between your Corps and the green one, I could give a damn!"

"Fair enough. If you don't want the ring, take it off." Mallow said. "But I warn you, Green Lantern or not, it won't stop our fight."

"I told you, I don't want to resolve this with violence!"

"If you don't..." Mallow grinned maliciously. "I will eradicate your world, start with your family."

Malcavier trembled, unsure if it was due to anger or fear. "You want me to kill you."

"Perhaps I do."

"No..." Malcavier begged.

Mallow nodded. "I see, so after you ruined your brother you want this world to go down with him. Very sadistic. I suppose this is how you will spread fear; an apathetic and inactive hero, have the whole universe cried for help and you merely watch them burn."

Malcavier almost passed out from the emotional agony. "I am not a hero! I never wanted to be one!"

"Are you going to dally around further?" Mallow ignored the young man's plea. "I'm here to destroy your home. Aren't you going to stop me?"

He hovered close.

"You know what you need to do." Mallow whispered next to Malcavier's ear, golden emblem burned in his eyes. "Kill me."

Malcavier looked away, "I don't want to kill."

"I do."

Mallow snatched Malcavier's uniform and threw him downward. He crashed into the Barren's top floor. Ring's forcefield could shield most incoming harms but an impact causes concussion, it could not be fully mitigated. Malcavier lost his focus and the shield was dim.

Mallow came down to Malcavier's side, one foot planted powerfully on the young man's strong chest. The victim ran out of air quickly.

"You should cherish this moment, because suffering is part of everyone's life. As long as you suffer, you know you're alive." Mallow uttered. "You hear me boy? You, are, STILL, ALIVE!!!"

For each word Mallow spoke he pressed down harder, harder, and harder. Malcavier's body sunk through the top floor, then the next, then the next, until his body rested at the basement of the Barren, and Mallow still had his foot on him. When there were no more floors to break, his foot started to break Malcavier's chest bones. Snapped bones assaulted his inner muscles, he coughed out blood.

Mallow pulled back his foot.

Malcavier immediately tackled.

Mallow did not expect that. Together they toppled. Malcavier threw his right punch at Mallow's cheek and Mallow splattered blood for the first time in ages. Enraged, Mallow rammed his dagger. Malcavier parried the dagger effortlessly with his bloody left hand, pinned the arm down, backslapped Mallow with the right. Given advantage of surprise, Malcavier had the Sinestro officer at his mercy. Ignoring his own suffering Malcavier rained fists on his enemy like a savage. He craved every moment of anguish he landed on Mallow.

Not for long.

Malcaver was about to deliver his final blow. His armed stopped mid-motion. A yellow blade was cutting the his back,handed by an unseen person. The sharp weapon damaged the muscles required for his attack, pain created sweat and tears. Numbly he leaned and fell to the side. Inexperienced with ring's power costed his victory.

Mallow sat up unsteadily. His grey beard was now crimson, purple bruises all over his upper body.

"You were having a good time, weren't you?"

Malcavier was too weak to respond.

Mallow activated his ring, carrier both of them up, from basement to top floor once again. He held the young man high.

"It's a shame, really. At least you won't be the 3rd partner I kill." Mallow said. His voice still strong, albeit aching. "Once you're gone, Tio is without a protector. I will make sure your tormenters suffer. This I promise."

Malcavier's eyes were hollow. He fought, and failed. Strangely enough, he didn't feel bad. Maybe he wanted this end.

Mallow inhaled, ready the execution, but at the corner of his eyes he saw things most strange.

No one panicked, no one feared.

Everyone looked at Mallow, eyes full of hope.

Infuriated, Mallow dropped Malcavier to the ground.

"I'm sure you will think this over." He said, oddly resentful. "You don't even know what your ring represents. You have no idea what Green Lantern Corps stands for. At first you might feel safe, surrounded by similarly naive fools. Soon, I promise, soon you will taste betrayal again, and you will regret that you didn't accept this yellow ring."

Mallow paused.

"And you are cursed by loneliness." He awkwardly added.

Malcavier roared with coarse tone, "What could you possibly know about me!?"

Mallow did not answer, merely wiped his face. Satisfied by the amount of blood shedded he held up the second yellow ring. "Take me to the next candidate."

[Candidate rejected.]
[Space sector scan 614 for replacement sentient initiated.]

Malcavier coughed out blood. "Where are you going!?"

"Why do you care?"

"What... what are you going to do to my home?"

Mallow let out a low laugh. "You will finish my job."

With that, he flew off with the ring.

And he's gone.

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Malcavier stood among the rubbles and concrete.

He felt lost.

World suddenly magnified, it frightened him.

The observers watched in dread as Mallow faded into the azure blue. Malcavier thought they were just clinging to the aftermath. He approached his brother.

"Ring, can you cure his wound?"

[Regeneration hastened.]

Malcavier sighed in relief. "I'm so happy that man decided to leave us alone. I wish he never...'"

"You created this mess!" A guard interrupted Malcavier. "You brought this upon us!"

"How dare you. How dare you, Malcavier!" Warden cried, hatred lit up brightly in his and others' eyes. It quickly became a riot of prejudice.

"What are you talking about!?" Malcavier argued in distress. "The man wanted to kill us! I protected you!"

"He would never have come if it weren't for you!" Mother trembled when she proclaimed. "You are a monster, Malcavier, a wretch! You caused us nothing but grief. Why are you even my son? Oh my dear child..."

She rushed to Norven's side.

"So much blood! How could your brother hurt you so? My poor child, your tongue! We have to get you to the doctor!"

Malcavier lost his words. Hesitated, he came close.

"You...! Away!" Mother threw her purse at Malcavier, contents poured all over his face. "Away, you pest! You will not hurt my child again!"

Warden yelled. "It's all your fault! Look at how many people died because of you!"

"You monster! You should've let him killed you! You should've died!"

The agreement couldn't be more uncanny.

And something in Malcavier snapped.

His face solemn.

"Mallow said he will mutilate this world, perhaps I ought to take his suggestion."

Everyone crawled back.

Malcavier activated the ring and dragged his brother to him.

"You took everything away from me, I will leave you alive, alone, so you will manipulate no more."

Norven trembled under Malcavier's words. The ring was choking his life.

"You can't do this!" Warden barked like a child.

Malcavier sneered. "And what are you going to do about it? Lock me up? Shock therapy? Inject me with numbing substance? I'd love to see you try. I am no longer the powerless inmate you toyed around!"

Malcavier pulled Warden over, suspended him upside down on a green beam.

"I told you to polish your gun."

"Mer... mercy!"

"And why should I?" Malcavier shared a gleeful leer. "You never showed me any."

He locked Warden's head on the floor with green bolts and cage, took the gun out, shot every bullets into the concrete an inch near Warden's skull. Warden's head wobbled at every shot.

"You tied me with a strain jacket, blindfolded me, gagged me, dropped me into a bucket of freezing water, then shocked me! You were having a good time, weren't you!?"

Malcavier recreated every single scenario with his ring and applied it to Warden. Warden screamed within his cloth coffin.

"You wanted to break me? To see me in fear?" Malcavier punched the mummy. "Are you broke? Are you broken yet!? Are you!?"

He continued until Warden vomited and passed out.

Malcavier threw him away. "Now what should I do with you lackeys? Oh yes, you like to separate people. You and your pathetic laws kept me away from my family."

He summoned a global map of Tio, dots covered the sphere. The guards almost instantly recognized those dots were locations of their family members.

Malcavier cheered. "This trinket is so convinient. Maybe I'll lock you and all your loved ones together so you can watch each other die of hunger. Better yet, I will lock you in separate cages so you can't give your dying child a final hug. How does that sound?"

"Don't! Don't do this!"

Malcavier cackled heartily. He had never felt so content, so powerful. He stepped on his tormenter's life and had them begged for it. A glorious moment. He hungered for more.

He woke up from the glamour.

And realized what he had just done.

"I... I..."

Stroke by horror, he let Norven fell to the ground.

"No! I didn't want this!"

Norven screamed, blood splashed on Malcavier's uniform, warmth quickly seeped through.

Malcavier was helpless. "I didn't mean what I just said! I... I..."

Swear.

He wanted to say 'I swear.'

Why couldn't he?

Everyone went havoc and twisted their bodies uncontrollably, digging the rubbles as if they wanted a quick way out. Some of them slithered away from Malcavier and fell off the toppled floor to their death.

Malcavier ran to his mother to pick her up. She clawed his face, left lines of red.

"No! No! Stay away from us!!!"

"I was trying to help! I was hurt! I was just..."

"NO~~~~~!!!"

Mother cried maniacally, wailed like a mutated tumor.

"Stay away from us... Stay away from us!!!"

Malcavier dropped his gaze. Tears ran trails of blood and dirt on his face.

"Scared..."
"I was scared..."

He sobbed.

"You scared me..."

He cried.

And cried.

But no one cared.

No one ever will.

This was not his home. It never was.

It was a hopeful dream.

Alone he howled, echo scarred the debris.

"Ring, take me away, anywhere. Please! Just take me away!"

The power ring sparked, encased Malcavier within a bubble.

[We will now travel to Oa. There you will be trained as a member of the Green Lantern Corps.]

He ascended, rapidly rocketed pass the atmosphere.

Malcavier gave his birth planet one last glance.

So beautiful and innocent, just like the books he read when he was a child.

And looked back no more.

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(We'll see some familiar faces next chapter!)

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Fear of the Feared

Part VI



[Sector 0]

Oa.

Capital of the Green Lantern Corps.

Stronghold of the Guardians of Universe.

Citadel of law and justice.

Oa stood its ever vigil over 3600 sectors of this universe and beyond. The sole purpose of the Corps was to monitor crime and disasters, lent aid to the weak when they need it.

The Corps appointed two Lanterns to watch over each sector. They were the law bringers, armed with the most powerful weapons of this universe and the ability to overcome great fear.

Loved by few, feared by most.

This held true within the Corps.

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Brik examined the hologram screens like it was a new piece of toy. Her brows arched.

The number was not exactly the way she would call 'normal'.

"We are missing people." The hooded woman observed. "By a few dozens. Has recruiting speed slowed down lately?"

"The rate has always been the same, Brik." Said the four-armed Lantern Salaak, eyes focused on his monitors. "Just our casualty rate has gone up."

"Maybe we should spend more time training the rookies. After all, we doubled the number of Lanterns since our resurrections. They have to be prepared."

"The universe can't wait, unfortunately."

Bootikka smirked. Being a warrior she always give the most vigorous and eager smile, and expect the same energy in return from others. "And without sufficient training those rookies will die even more unexpectedly. The quicker we lose people the slower we reinforce, and more urgent the universe will become, and quicker training will be assured. This is a vicious cycle."

Salaak didn't deny that possibility and it was never his character to complain about it.

Kilowog the giant stood near the window, looked deeply into the universe. Perhaps he was staring at his own reflection.

Salaak mumbled as he reviewed the recent losses.

"Mere, Toki, Wislo, Lepia, these four are our most recent deaths."

"Toki too?" Ke'haan frowned. "That kid had potential. What happened?"

"An united front of space pirates and corrupted government officials." Salaak was expressionless. It was part of his job to remain tranquil in front of others. "He should've waited for his partner. The Guardians reassigned the number of Lanterns for each sector and still people wanted to play solo hero."

"Ironically," Ke'haan added, "Despite we doubled the #, our casualty rate is in fact higher than in the past. I wonder if assigning partners make people... careless."

"His partner is investigating now. Toki paid the price but at least there will be trails to go after."

Arisia lowered his head in sorrow. "And Wislo. Fiddle said she delivered the ultimate sacrifice."

"They will be remembered." Salaak said. Again, he was so calm that he almost sounded insincere.

Kilowog grunted coarsely.

"Stupid, stupid people."

Brik asked. "Who?"

"All of them." Kilowog replied, ignored colleagues' surprise. "Those who committed crime for meaningless profits... the Lanterns who died to stop the crime, and especially us who trained them."

"Serving the Lantern Corps is an honorable thing." Brik said. Kilowog's words made her uneasy.

Kilowog snorted. "We spend our time and energy to train these recruit, tell 'em to be extra careful during real missions, look at where we are now. We get new blood here and all we did was sending them ta their death, and their death will bring more people into the Corps, only ta suffer the same. So much death..."

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled by Kilowog's sudden expression. He almost sounded depressed.

Brik coughed. "People joined the Corps knowing the risk, Kilowog. They knew they will be exposed to mortal danger."

"And what has it changed do far? Nothing. This is toying with life."

Arisia strode and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You need a break, Kilowog."

" 'm fine, poozer."

Arisia had more to say but Salaak interrupted her, "Kilowog is experienced and capable, let him handle his business."

"You, too, need a shore leave, Salaak."

Salaak did not reply. Arisia made a face behind his back and the group chuckled.

One of Salaak's screens beeped and drew the crowd's attention.

"A new recruit is here." Salaak announced after reading the incoming transmission. "Replacement for Wislo Fe of Sector 614."

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The veterans of the Green Lantern Corps flew across platforms and tunnels, all who saw them saluted. Their service to the Corps' cause was admired by all.

Kilowog, the chief trainer and leader of Oa's military action was ahead of everyone. He was eager to meet the new recruit, more so than usual. He was paces ahead of the rest and was the first to arrive at the acceptance terminal.

There on the blank platform stood a young man. Stocky and muscular, but contrarily his posture lacked energy. His eyes casted down and was unaware of his surrounding.

Kilowog exhaled heavily through his nostrils. With a flip he crush landed in front of the newcomer. Shaken by Kilowog's quake, the young man raised his head and looked into the huge alien's eyes numbly.

"Welcome ta Oa, Poozer." Kilowog introduced himself booming. "I am Kilowog, your drill sergeant and superior. Are you ready for your training!? Are you good enough!?"

The young man said nothing.

Kilowog was irritated. "Well?"

Silence continued.

"He doesn't look well." Brik whispered, and everyone echoed her thought. This rookie was a mess, to put it lightly. Covered by blood and wounds, he looked distressed, not to mention the stench, a mixture of who-knows-what from who-knows-where he was before.

"Hadda fight with thugs, poozer?" Kilowog did not appreciate the newcomer's ruined look. "You are a Green Lantern trainee now, you can forget about whatever miserable conflicts you had at home!"

Then he noticed the young man's redden eyes.

"You cried? You're a grown up, stop ja crying." Kilowog pointed a finger at the young man's chest and shook him. "Here you take orders, poozer! You answer when I question you!"

Still, Malcavier did not reply. His gaze was frozen like a minute ago. Everyone felt creepy.

Ke'haan commented. "He sure is a quiet one."

Arisia nodded. "Don't scare him too much, Kilowog, we approached him with an unnecessary crowd. Besides, he may be from one of those uncivilized planet where space travel and aliens were urban legends."

Kilowog grunted out of frustration. His anxiety was very obvious, his friends as well as subordinates were concerned. Surely nothing would change Kilowog's effectiveness but his actions were at times more aggressive than necessary.

This was not the time to frighten rookies, for their first and last lesson has always been, "Overcoming fear."

"Just check his ring log, eh?" Arisia suggested. "I'm going for my meal break, see you all there in a bit."

She gave Kilowog a wink and left with Brik.

Ke'haan followed with the rest of the crowd. He said to Kilowog before he departed, "Take it easy this time. We can work on training tomorrow."

Kilowog sighed, signaled Malcavier to follow and to his surprise this poozer trailed after him.

Maybe he's just quiet or mute, Kilowog thought.

He ignited his ring and sped up both of them. Kilowog flied with accelerated speed and effortless turning. Despite carrying another person's weight, no one was hurt and nothing was damaged by the two Lanterns' dazzling maneuvers. His demonstration of skill and will power incited gasps and plaudits on the way.

Kilowog was slightly more relaxed after his exercise. He and the rookie landed in front of Salaak's office. Nodded, he led the young man in.

"Salaak, here is Wislo's replacement. He doesn't like to talk, put his ring log on display will ya?"

Salaak eyed the new Lantern from the corner of his eye. He was the only one who didn't leave the office to greet the newcomer. He did observed the interactions on his monitors, however, and he was not pleased with the rookie's attitude.

Followed Kilowog's instruction Salaak shifted his data screens. The rookie's ring buzzed as data being transferred.

"His name is Malcavier, from Tio, Sector 614. The intake criterion and process were..."

Salaak stopped, thin eyes opened wide.

"Salaak?"

Alerted, Salaak switched off the monitors immediately. Kilowog frowned at him.

"Lantern trainee Malcavier of Sector 614." Salaak said, ignoring Kilowog's apparent annoyance. "Your ring will guide you to your room. Go groom yourself. You are a Green Lantern, not a sodden primate."

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So Malcavier left. His ring automatically escorted him out per Salaak's order. Malcavier issued no complaint.

Kilowog watched the rookie exited the room. He turned to face his friend. "What's the matter, Salaak?"

"Leave me, Kilowog."

Kilowog frowned again, with anger. "'s that an order, Salaak?"

"I need to consult the Guardians, privately."

Kilowog crossed his arms. "More secrets from ol' Kilowog, eh?"

"There will always be more. Rest assure I will let you know if there is anything I 'cannot' tell you."

"Of course..."

Kilowog walked out shaking his head.

"Of course..."

Once Kilowog was out of the room, Salaak activated his secured communication.

"Masters, I have urgent matter to discuss with you."

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Oa thrived with multi-culture. People of every corner, Lanterns or not, come to Oa for consultation and plea.

The entirety of Oan architecture maintained the most efficient design for military and traveling but in many corners one could see different rituals, cooking, and skill honing taken place. Flying through the vast plains of Oa was a marveling experience. After all, Green Lantern Corps was no less celestial than legends old as universe itself, power and beauty actualized. Most new comers awed by the heavenly scene and became more loyal and dedicated to the Corps.

To some, like Malcavier, noticed little to none. This young man of Tio hovered through corridors and around pillars, did not meet eyes with anyone else. Some recognized the energy signal of his ring and gasped at its predecessor's tragedy, some saluted, but more raised their eyebrows at Malcavier's tattered display.

The ring brought him to a simple looking building and one of its gates. The ring flashed, the entrance opened itself and closed behind Malcavier asfter he entered.

A bed, a desk, a chair, and another door presumably led to bathroom. There were books and photos on the desk and a shelve next to it.

There was nothing fancy in the room, clean and tidy. Whoever lived here must be a humble being.

Malcavier walked to the shelve and examined the pictures. They were photos of a good variety of aliens (at least that was how Tio called unknown sentient beings), included Kilowog the pink skin giant, Malcavier's self-appointed drill sergeant, and a few dozens more. Judging by the uniforms they wore, all of them were from the Green Lantern Corps.

Every photo was different, Malcavier couldn't fathom which character was the owner. Whoever that was, he or she must be popular.

But Malcavier was alone, away from home, stood in a quiet room that didn't even belong to him.

He was almost immediately dismissed by that alien Salaak. Salaak was clearly unhappy with Malcavier for more than hygiene issues. He might be aware that Malcavier was a petty criminal and a societal disgrace.

Just like the rest of his home world would describe him.

Malcavier grew tired, supporting himself over the desk with his still bloody arms.

Why was he even here?

This was just another prison. You do your duty, keep yourself healthy and clean, and the guards might spare you some complement; complementing you for being a nice puppet.

And he was the one who told the ring to take him away from Tio! How many times does he have to suffer from his mistakes!? There is no end to it!

Malcavier's grip tightened, shattered the edge of the desk with his anger. Unknown materials fell to the ground in pieces.

The entrance suddenly opened, frightened Malcavier. He turned and saw a female floated into the room. She landed and was alarmed by Malcavier's strong presence, shoulder-long silver hairs fanned as she immediately turned to face Malcavier.

She was a young woman, slightly older than 20 year old if she was on Tio. Her eyes were equally argent with iris hinting amber, face skin pale white and smooth. Her slender body appeared to be fit and strong under her green uniform, which was stretched from neck to ankle, bare feet and no glove. Green Lantern's emblem marked her status as one of Malcavier's colleague.

Malcavier was stupefied by the girl entrance as well his lack of proper social reaction. He recognized her as one of the females appeared in those photos but he knew not the name and words to described his current position... and a damaged desk.

She could be the owner of this room?

The two stared at each other for a few minutes. The girl was calm after her initial fright while Malcavier was extremely nervous and with each moment passing he lost even more confidence.

"Um..." Malcavier mumbled at last, his voice sticky. "Salaak sent me here..."

The girl woke up from her thoughts. She looked down and saw Malcavier's ring.

Before Malcavier could say another word, the girl rushed and embraced him.

He was shocked.

"You're alive..."

She sobbed, buried her face in his chest.

"You're alive..."

Her tears soaked Malcavier's uniform and her arms wrapped tightly around his large frame.

Malcavier did not comprehend her action and words.

She was sad... and joyful. Her words were sincere and emotional.

She was happy to see him.

Her affection stunned Malcavier.

This girl showed him kindness. Kindness without hidden purpose or deceit.

She welcomed him.

She welcomed him.

She welcomed him.

Waves of unfamiliar warmth rushed through Malcavier's body. Gently he surrounded the girl with his strong arms and returned the hug.

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(First of the Oa chapters. Comments and suggestions welcomed =D)