Anarchy's Descent

Based on strong belief.

Dedicated to my step-father Michael Etheridge.

Prologue:

I never wanted to cause any damage to anyone that didn't deserve it, but that want was completely demolished when I volunteered to try the military's new augmentation procedure, and the case file was covered in black ink, I should have walked away, but I was going to be brave, I accepted the terms.

Chapter 1: Darkness Falls

I checked with the specialist that was doing the procedure on me, Dr. William Thomason. He said it was called an A.R.W.A test, or Anarchy Reigning War Augmentation, but he liked A.R.W.A better. "Concise is key," he had said.

They strapped me into a large chair with a strange sphere suspended by steel cables over it. It made me dizzy to look at it, so I didn't. What details I saw were that it was a stainless steel sphere, covered in bright blue glowing veins. Before they started the procedure, a man came, said he wanted to talk to me before it happened. Lt. Michael Ridge, platoon 34, my platoon. "Kid, you don't have to do this," He said. "You are a great soldier already." "Yes sir. I know but I have to be better." I waved him away, something I would regret for years and years to come. The bulb over the chair started to hum. Then it glowed with blue light, and a very loud ZZZAAAPP issued before I blacked out.

Chapter 2: Breakout

"Ohh, where am I?" I moaned as I woke up. "There he is, the dangerous war machine," said a voice, low and tinged slightly Australian. "I got orders to put you down mate, me and my crew." I stood up, and saw that there was a crew of stereotypical mercenaries, and I almost laughed out loud, but then I noticed there seemed to be something wrong with my eyes. Everything was blue, to the point where I could see details, but the only color I could see were shades of blue. Then I noticed some red. It was their hearts, beating at a slow content pace. "Well, think you can get me, Aussie?" I taunted. That worked. Their paces sped up. "Oh, I got you, funny one, and me boys, they gonna dig out those pretty blue eyes." This all came from a ski-masked guy, a muscular guy with a machete. That was it. They had to die. I took a practice punch at the air and, out of nowhere several sharp pointed tentacles came out of my fist, through their hearts and retracted, all in about three seconds.

"What," I breathed, "was that?" I said as the sharp weapon he had been holding clattered to the floor. I looked up to see a glimmering apparition standing next to me. He reminded me of the veins on the steel sphere. "Hello Tyson," it said through no mouth I could see. "What? What... are you?" I asked it, voice an octave lower than usual. "I am the physical manifestation of Anarchy, so Anarchy is my name and my power." The glimmer man said. I inquired to him. "Did you make the, the uh… tendrilly… things out of my hand?" "Yes and no," said Anarchy nonchalantly. "I did it in the sense that my power allowed it, you did it in the sense that your will released my power." "So you—helped me? May I ask why?" I stuttered. "Certainly," Anarchy said "It all started when you had the procedure. It was the A.R.W.A test, wasn't it? Of course it was. Well, it wasn't exactly natural, so add the super to the front, you know what I mean?" He chuckled. He seemed to be very friendly. "And when you got zapped, well it reached beyond the confines of humanity and into immortal spirits and creatures never heard of and—," "Wait a minute," I interrupted. "Are you saying that the procedure's power came into another dimension and grabbed you?" "No. I'm saying that it called and I answered," He said bluntly. "And since you were closest to me when it happened, you and I are bonded physically and mentally. For my entire immortal life, that is." He added as an afterthought. "Okay. I got that," I replied. "Now, let's cause some damage."

Chapter 3: The Day I Flew to Work

Anarchy wasn't all bad. Most of the time, when I was going somewhere, I got there, fast. I also noticed that I had no blood, or hunger, or pulse, not to mention the urge to use the restroom at any time after I met Anarchy. I cut my hand on a fence post, a bright blue light came out where blood should be, and then I had skin again. No mark or pain. One day Anarchy materialized next to me as an Indian cab driver. I had gotten used to him popping up, but his disguises were puzzling. One day, in Iraq, I was patrolling for any terrorist activity after I had gone back to the military, (they didn't really talk to me, whispering like conspirators when I was around) and Anarchy shows up in a M.C Hammer disguise. Well today, he was a cab driver, and we were in the San Joaquin agricultural area, where I had a house. Hardly any buildings, let alone cars, and he is a cab driver. "Come on man!" I said. "You have to see where I am before you disguise yourself. Now you have to change." He argued, and then realized I was right. He came back as a farmer. He was a very typical farmer, overalls, underbite, southern drawl. "There you go," I told him thankfully. "You never know who might see yo-" I started to say something else but it was drowned out by an RPG explosion to my chest. "Well, that's our cue to leave," I cracked as Anarchy slipped back into me and we left the gunner with several lacerations. That guy was not happy with me, I knew that much. I had to inform the military.

Chapter 4: When You Realize You're Not Wanted

When I got to the military base, the patrol on perimeter guard saw me and started talking excitedly into his comm. Walking down the hallway had never seemed so foreign. I got to General Dean Little's office I knew something wasn't right, mostly because no one looked very happy that I was there. (I know that sounds a little conceited, but usually they are.) "A terrorist?" General Little asked. "Being deciphered. I think so but all I know is he wanted me gone." "Alright," he said meet me on the training grounds, we will have a meeting." The training grounds are a very drab place. There is a track for running, but nothing else but a rather huge empty field. I walked out there, and the entire U.S. Marine Corps was there too. "Okay, I'm not welcome anymore? Alright, but you don't have to kill me," I said. "I'm on your side." In response I got shot in the shoulder. Not that it hurt, but the principle is: if you attack, you get attacked back. Usually I'm a cool guy, but this went too far. I saw blue shades again, and Anarchy seemed to whisper "Go with it." I got apocalyptically angry and started making blue fire rain from the sky and strike lightning bolts everywhere. "YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU FACE!" I screamed in a voice that was definitely not mine, nor even human. I reached up, grabbed a fresh bolt of lightning straight out of the sky, and hurled it through the middle of the Marines. The soft, flesh and blood humans could never reach my level, why should I care if they died? The strike forces they send out would always be crushed, so why worry? My skin started to feel faint, and when I looked down, I was made of crackling blue energy. Kind of like Anarchy, but more sizzling, more glowing and resilience. I took a look around when my skin came back and my anger died down, and I saw a man trying to crawl away. I sped up to him in an instant and grabbed his collar. "Please, have mercy! I never wanted this," he cried. "Wait a minute, Lt. Ridge?" I asked, shocked to see him alive. "Let me die!" he yelled "I'm going too anyway; I'm bleeding out as we speak." He smiled briefly. And with that he slumped over backwards and his eyes closed. "NOOOOOO!" I screamed in a mixture of rage and self-hatred. I blacked out and had tortured dreams until two days later.

Chapter 5: An End to the Known World

I went insane after that, and now I'm sitting here with Anarchy, and he understands what I have to do. I can't handle the world anymore, and the only way to kill me is to obliterate myself and take the world with me. Maybe Anarchy will find another host, but he can't be mine anymore. So I say, good bye world, and goodbye Anarchy, I can't take it anymore. BOOM.

Epilogue: Anarchy's Point of View

I can't say that I'm happy with Tyson's decision, or that it will work out in the end, but by the power in me, this will not stand. I will, if I have to, reverse time and be his host on a planet he didn't blow up yet. For if all else fails Tyson and Anarchy will descend back upon the world.